How are you able to exist
in a place where no one can fit
outside looking in
waiting for life to begin

How do you think you'll know
when it's time for you to go
forever waiting for the gun
to tell you when to run

If you choose to hide
allowing life to pass you by
no one will come to your rescue
and life will forsake you

A cyclone on the horizon awaits
destruction dictated by the hand of fate
from which it seems there is no escape
Hope has become repetition's slave

In the hidden recesses of the mind
tiny fragments you will find
like a puzzle missing a piece
something leaves you incomplete

You search for one more excuse to turn the page
surviving one more day of quelling your rage
unleashing vengeance upon your skin
passing blame on the demons living within

I still see the glow in your eye
a reflexion of the inner self so bright
and still you display your hate
playing your act of weakness on the stage

Why can't you see
that I'm your missing piece
not just a sacrifice for time to fade
to be thrown among the memories of waste

Have you lost the ability to believe
living by only what you see
dismissing all you feel
as something never meant to be real

With each passing day
you distance yourself further away
leaving me no choice but to let go
and watch the destruction of all I know

The cyclone now in motion
pulling strength from the raging ocean
The battered shoreline stands no chance
The music fades on our last dance