In my place.

In my place, in my place
Were lines that I couldn't change
I was lost, oh yeah
I was lost, I was lost
Crossed lines I shouldn't have crossed
I was lost, oh yeah

I was scared, I was scared
Tired and under prepared
But I'll wait for it
If you go, if you go
And leave me down here on my own
Then I'll wait for you.

Sometimes such a song numbs us to a point where we'll feel indifferent about anything else. Its like having a knife running through the heart, bleeding, yet painless.

Understanding the genre of such songs could be a form of stress relieve? Not that sure how it really goes but yeah, somehow it works on me.

If you ever happen to see a friend gazing down motionessly, sometimes its just that they're deep in their thoughts. Not really feeling "emo", sad or whatever. (: