My last teardrops to the ground
Before my ducts fall dry
I'm wiping away aimlessly
The residue from my eyes
None of my thoughts make sense
Its all just babble
I remember the wars
I forgot the battle
Their telling me things
But I dont hear their conversation
Cause I keep following things
But without a given destination
Lost to the mind
But my body stays there
But their lips keep moving
My only thought is I dont care
Cause I've run dry
My rage has burned out all emotion
I No Longer Make a sound
Thus Killing the comotion
~J Baby