Black Marble

I don't know what to think I don't know how to feel All I know is that I don't feel like I'm really here A beaten body, but not in soul Maybe when I grow up, maybe when I get old It should be fair, the seasons growing cold And I've watched you leave from the trees fallen to the floor But as the years succumb, I will find my place But as it stands right now, I'll stand here alone (I'm standing here alone) These lines on my face are getting deeper Every time I look in the mirror But the list of things I hope to achieve Is the sentience of the home I share The home I share with no one Let me tell you a story about a guy who lived He did his best, gave it all, had one final wish That maybe when he's gone, someone will say He remembered that guy, that he was great But in reality people just move on And one piece remains, this song