I've encountered shapes I've never touched before todaynAnd numbers that should never be found on the same pagenAs the words I chosenAs the words I knownTo be poetic, and therapeuticnStill my mouth is mutednI will never ever admit to thisnnMy fingers shiver at the trembling thoughts I can finally write downnAnd the notes they gather, but soon will shatter at the apparent soundnOf footsteps ringingnOf footsteps leavingnThe abstract thought of this fleeting scenerynUnder visionariesnTrying to invent the storiesnnnWell my two favorite peoplenIn my two favorite placesnAs far away from me as possiblenCould anything make this day more complete?nA broken cameranIn a million piecesnBut baby, don't break a sweatnBecause those pictures were pastnAnd past is void now, nIt reminds to leave the door opennAnd let the pain get outnBefore eat away at what’s beneathnThe covers of my bednOr at least what's left of themnSo I ran away insteadnOf wasting my timenCleaning up allnThe shit you left aroundnTo remind me of the wasted minutesnThat had potential for momentsnBut I was sucked into panicnThat’s me the romanticnThat’s me, have you had enough yetnNo? Well we can speak of more scenariosnDetails that'll break into stereonAnd I know it's hard to believe ladies and gentlemannThat none of them will ever happennNever happenednn