distant

To everything that you had for... for everything you knew.

its one thing to feel the high
its another thing to lose it
and I question where am i now? where am i now?

at a lost and disconnected
i could only hear whispers
the told tales of the unforgettable
a sharp cold breeze that's all left
nothing but a subtle murmuring

its one thing to feel lost
its another thing to feel nothing at all
can someone hear me?
can someone hear me?

into the mist of grey
nothing at a clear state
only a dead silence follows and nothing more
only nothing surrounds me
the perfect solution to isolation

its one thing to blame others
its another thing to be your own worst enemy
how do i go about?
how do i go about now?

im short of a distance away
from the things i knew
from the people who set me free
i know now it wasnt meant for me