Lyric

Words I wrote on my skin get peeled away

Forgotten by yesterday, gone without delay

The more I stay inside, the more I feel

I can become something new, something real

Right now, I can’t do it

The things only now I can pursue

While I’m keeping them warm, they wither away

Thrown out like trash at the end of the day

No matter how I rewrite, it’s the same

Only these words come out, nothing changed

No matter how I turn the pages again

What should be there just isn’t there

“Not now,” I say, let it wait for tomorrow

Yet there’s no guarantee that tomorrow will come

Empty inside, like the heart of spring

Nights that won’t settle, nights that sting

Where do I keep the core?

Where do I keep the core?

All these pieces, where should they go?