I search my soul for what I don't posses.
I find nothing but pain laced with more distress.
Wondering around in the dangerous mind,
which left me years ago and left no sanity behind.
Depression is only a distraction for the lost,
I'll find what I'm looking for by all cost.
Living day by day hoping for the past,
to return to me once again and make me happy at last.
Random thoughts and circling hate,
is more then I can handle... the long lost mate.
Love is wonderful, Love is grand..
But whats love without taking your lover by the hand.
Whats love without explaining the hole,
That was ripped in my heart, and crippled my soul.
Lost in concentration, never ending self hate
All the time unknowing I've found a new mate.
Distractions of love, distractions of hate
Have found myself embracing, my endless concentrate.