Noweia

Floating in a little boat In a sea of people Can’t reach out Can’t feel Can’t touch Don’t matter to them They don’t see They don’t care Spirit lies crushed and broken Like a dry dead leaf On a concrete floor In little pieces Hurts to be me Nobody to see Nobody to share People everywhere Talking Say they care But at the end of the day I sit alone By myself No one there No one cares Everyone knows their path But me Don’t know where I’m going Drifting Falling Being pulled into A million little pieces Heart wants to stay Head knows no Can’t see Don’t know what&