I Start Mourning

I analyze the things you think
you don’t want to be a prototype
an inner mind is posing trapping all outside
stripping off the pride
I start to stop losing you flee the emptiness
following the footprints lead me to the stones
I steal a car I drive too fast
good evening i close my eyes
I cannot reach the hands
you want me to told
I start crawling on my hands
I cannot teach the man
who brought me there
haunting my own, my own I don’t know
At last I am sitting here
the clock is ticking time is passing
I agree to move to the first day
you bring your friend from your place
I start to stop losing you to seek the emptiness
following the footprints lead me to the stones
I cannot reach the hands
you want me to told
I start crawling on my hands
I cannot teach the man
who brought me there
I cannot reach the hands
you want me to told
I start crawling on my hands
I cannot teach the man
who brought me there
haunting my own, my own I don’t know