When we're all forgotten, nand fade away, nit'll justify the apocalypse wasn't meant to heal the world this way.nBut still, we wait for the blast wave to reach us.nUntil then, I'll stare at something else.nnSo tell me,nhow do you expect me to feel?nWhen this dies,nmaybe I can find something real,nwithout you by my side.nnThis future seems so distant when the past seems so close,nand I've failed my chance to rescue myself.nnWill all the answers just fall from my eyes and into my hands?nWill I choose to believe what I am seeing?nThat shadows don't lie.nnI'll just pass them off, nas lovesick questions that were denied with good intentions.