I'm suppose to interfere

The echoes of our memories, of every time you walked forward, of every time you should of spoke.
If it meant more to you, but I'll wait.
For you.
The leaves drop, the music pumps.
You watch, I talk.

I wont let myself speak. It's as if I'm naked but cover up.
I think of ways, I think of words.
I finally speak, but the music is more powerful then my voice.



My makeup is smeared, my hair tangled and the coldness of this room seems to grow.
The light from the window shines in leaving shadows of objects.
Everything stands still, while time is speeding by. Nothing changes, emotions fade, tears dry and laughs still turn into cries. Nothing is unexpected, we're all afraid so we plan. We plan to have the comfort and satisfied taste of accomplishment.
I've felt so overwhelmed that I don't know what else to feel, or if I'm feeling anything at all.
The future scares me more then the past.
The present seems to lead me to nothing. To wake up another day of disappointment, faded hope within hours, a walk home in the rain, another minute of no sleep, another second of an illusion of love.
Repeat.
One more beat, lyric and scream.
We gather around, our bodies dripping of sweat as we dance our lives away.