My telephone is quiet

My mind is in riot

I never thought

I could feel so far away

My life is in ruins

A testament to a forgotten age

Where marbles were shot like thunder

And days were filled with wonder

But now

They’ve all gone away
Strangers see me as a monster

Though I see them the same way

I guess I could try harder

But that would probably just make the knife in my spine sharper
I feel like a ghost

Alive but not living

Dead and unforgiving

Now murder enters my mind
The streets are full of people

Who may never know their names

All this means so very little

Black are quiet days
Telephone must be broken

Or maybe the bill hasn’t been paid

I’m running out of excuses

There’s got to be better days
People say they miss me

Well I guess I miss me too

I’m shackled by my own desire

To simply not offend
People thought I would bring justice

But the word is spelled Just Ice

Because the cold truth

Is knowing you don’t have enough of anything

I don’t have superpowers

I don’t have a mask

I don’t even have friends who call me

All I have is the past

It haunts me like a scream

It castrates everything nice

I wish I had an answer

I wonder what I did in my past life
I’m searching for someone special

But it’s proving quite impossible

I’m like money that’s had its value highjacked
My phone is still so quiet

Maybe it’s on the moon

I don’t know for certain

I wish I knew who to sue

I wish I knew who to blame

Every time I go searching

The result is always the same

Stares

Screams

Laughter

The funny part though

Is you all have been lied to