They say they can change today if tomorrow was yesterday
But their faces betray the black words just a breath away
Caught up in their pollution and clinging to addictions
It’s clear no truth they believe in fiction
Hanging on Fine thin threads invisible to the eye
All tangled up, definitions of their lives
(As I watch crying from here)

In their eyes I can see their lies
In their lies I can see their lives
And in their lives I can see their cries
But tonight
Its just me
Inside
This house
Alone
Nothing
To hold
No crash
Or burn

One, two, the battle is on in their heads
Braving scars and waging wars like living dead
Meetings and fleetings and God-knows-what feelings
condemn their behaviour and favour peace greetings
but, yes, get back safely, warm and cosy inside
all caught up in your perfect little lives
(as I watch crying from here)

In their eyes I can see their lies
In their lies I can see their lives
And in their lives I can see their cries
But tonight
Its just me
Inside
This house
Alone
Nothing
To hold
No crash
Or burn

I Find it hard to be easy
When everyone is killing me
because I am alive
To no one’s eyes
So what does that make me?
Do you even know who I am?
I am a victim of a crime
Just a being forgotten by time
Search for me and all will be fine…

In their eyes I can see their lies
In their lies I can see their lives
And in their lives I can see their cries
But tonight
Its just me
Inside
This house
Alone
Nothing
To hold
No crash
Or burn


The Forgotten, or the working title is Crash...
I hope you are not forgotten, or among the people who have forgotten.

Who are, or who is the forgotten? Many.
Planet Earth.
Animals.
Peace.
Humanity.
Simple sympathy.
Victims of war.
Victims of crimes.
Logical sense..

the list goes on....