Remember September & a Poem

There's nothing left to say I'm here, I'm now And now, I don't wanna be Now, I don't wanna see I've seen it all but still I've seen it all before I don't wanna leave I don't wanna grieve What's the point of chasing memories Chasing happy ones To meet broken ones, chosen ones What's the point of chasing all the best Cursing the rest To feel the same, all the time To feel the same, all the time All the time To feel the same, all the time All the time Is it madness, or happiness Do you choose or are you chosen What is it, you long for I'm here and there, Searching for a pulse While skipping a heartbeat Not sure if I can trust me Not sure what I want, see I was there, and here I'll be Here I'll be There is a melody In everything I try to find an harmony But nothing seems to fit Nothing seems to fit Nothing fits And there is poetry In people's faces I try to find a line But nothing seems to rhyme Nothing seems to rhyme Nothing rhymes Nothing rhymes