like song sang too many times
the note is weary and nauseating

Is there a place 
I can return these feelings
to whence it came
never again to remember?

in this sickly night
I can only hear the broken tape
playing over and over again
the mockingbird that won't stop chirping

I am weary
of your sweet sweet charade

words that doesn't meant anything at all
the actions only fall short in reach

to cut away that which we don't need
to needlessly throw away everything
in places of those we lost
is there a peace that's untainted by loss?

staying on for those that doesn't need it
holding on to words no one can keep
if fate is merciful
then let it be forgotten

as sands eat away the sea 
and sky on stars
may the truth ate away lies
and
doubt to my life...