Road to Nowhere

Tears runing through my face,
they stop in the corner of my lips
they taste like loneliness
dispair, emptiness.
Tears for fears,
fear of being alone,
fear of a heart of stone.
I'm afraid of loneliness
I'm afraid of fear,
I need you near.
Why can't I go away?
Why do I have to stay?
Why did you go?
Now, the hole in my chest gets bigger
and, as I stare to the vacuum,
the sadness of the view acts like a trigger
and my tears taste worst,
they taste like dispair,
like something unfair,
something who shouldn't be there.
The question isn't "Who" anymore,
there's no "Who" anymore,
there's only "What" left for me.
A "What" without a "Who"
doesn't take away my pain
no, there's something more to do...
So I want to leave,
I have to and will walk alone
The road is all mine now
I might as well enjoy it.