[Mr. J]

The moment is gone, the feeling is lost, every last emotion is absent
frozen in time like..that's it...the story ended, but never the attraction
it continues to be a part of me, you can hear the stress in my accent
the anger that remains passive..I continue pushing away til' it pulls me back in
I can no longer fight it, it's in my gene's to continue acting out this pattern
I can't change what happened but I always catch myself trying to imagine it
it's not about what mattered then, but now...and that's what the challenge is
correction of past motives that remain captured in the mind with how to handle it
through each reenactment it makes me feel weaker....mad & sick...
I had enough of trying to be the one that separated onto a different path to live
yet I'm here...explaining to you that there's more to me & what I have to give
I let myself free from what was left for me, because it all lacked depth to me
it made me feel empty...to the point that there was nothing else left to see
a fading memory that made me feel like rehabilitation was just another step to me
a mile long discrepancy, with my own foreshadow standing right next to me
taking the last of my energy, making me realize that this is all rudimentary
there's a lack of sense in me...a disappearance of thought
and the more I think about it I no longer feel coherent at all
but I'm here & I'm on another path that's leaving me fearing the fall
knowing when you disappear or your gone, finished hearing it all
you'll only see me exhibit what I knew, and I was clearly at fault
but you show no difference in your motive, or appearance of thought
your emotionless & I feel like you were never seriously awed...
approving in what I've become, I'm fine though, I'm finally hearing the call
the disappearance is fine, it left me nearly distraught
since I've been standing in this museum....I know you'll never hear me at all
Its truly a cold world because all I have left are these mannequins
A path they left for me to walk on and learn how to truly be a man again
a native american exhibit used as an exposé to shed light on our differences...our establishment...
disbanding further fury by setting flame to this place would only further my abandonment...
for what I thought would heal the wounds left over the centuries
but even then....this world would be quick to brush off the memory
and all it ever meant to me