Unseen

It's going black All these truths Behind my back Turn around slow So I don't show Keeping these feeling To myself Too many Years Spent on a shelf Losing My sense of self Keep my words And never tell It's gonna break me When you see me Is there feeling Is there a soul? Or just transparency It's going black All these truths Behind my back Turn around slow So I don't show Keeping these feeling To myself Too many Years Spent on a shelf Losing My sense of self Keep my words And never tell What should I say? What do you know? Is it you? Or am I slow? Lift me up And put me down I cannot wait to Leave this town Give me direction Then spin me round Always lost and never found Lost faith while I lose control I'm right here Dying On the down-low Never found Never found Never found When you see me Is there feeling Is there a soul? Or just transparency It's going black All these truths Behind my back Turn around slow So I don't show Keeping these feeling To myself Too many Years Spent on a shelf Losing My sense of self Keep my words And never tell It's going black It's going black It's going black Oh It's going black It's gonna break me It's gonna break me It's gonna break me It's gonna break me