I guess you don't mind anymore
But I guess you don't mind much
I could cry and you wouldn't know
But I guess that doesn't say much
Perhaps we should have gone
But it's too late for that, now
The lines are already drawn
It's too late to go out, now
But, don't mind me,
It's just a few letters
Nothing important
Just a life
It's not like it matters, anymore
Perhaps it's me,
But I thin it's the fetters
Nothing important
Just my life
It's not like I'm free, anymore
Maybe things were better
But I don't think that's true
Maybe things'll brighten
But that's too good to be true
Maybe we're stuck, no way out
I guess I might have deserved that
It's falling, further, too far down
I guess I should've observed that
Before it was too late
But don't mind me,
It's just a few thoughts
Nothing important,
Just a life
It's not like it matters, anymore.
Perhaps it's me
But I think it's just the others
Nothing important
Just my life
It's not like I'm human, anymore
It's an odd feeling, cascading
Able to see it all
Into the pits of Hell
And I feel it all . . .
Are you with me, can you see?
I don't know if you're here . . .
My own mind throbs in the heat
It's all that I can hear . . .
But don't mind me
It's just a few souls
Nothing important
Just a life
It's not like it matters, anymore
Perhaps it's me
But I think it's the devils
Nothing important
Just my life
It's not like I'm alive, anymore
Fading into the dust of eternity
A skeleton lays bare, on the grounds.
Author's Note
I got inspiration for this this from some song lyrics that my friend Jay posted up somewhere. Concertina, as performed by Tori Amos. (I'm wary to put "by" anymore these days unless I know explicitly who wrote it . . .) I don't know why it inspired me, but it did, and this was the result.