The words come out in clouds of vagaries
And yet still you sit
Adrift in a sea, separate from me
Maybe the lies have meaning

I understand yet this baleful knowledge is of no comfort
Curiously, I watch the flames rise with some sort of indifference

No, it isn't that you hate me
It's more unrest in your eyes
Is there nothing that can even ease your pain?
Can we endure more of this world?

In my cheap arrogancе, I fashioned a reality
Wherе I was someone, where my life mattered
Where you were happier

(Why am I still alive?)

I understand that I don't understand

Why am I still...?