Epicentre

Epicentre
I asked myself was I content with the world that I was cherished
did it bring me to this darkened place to contemplate my perfect future
I will not stand nore utter words against this tide of hate
losing sight of what and who i was again
I'm so sorry if these seething sords I say
impress on you that I've become the anathema of my soul

I can't say that you're losing me
I always tried to keep myself tied to this world
though I know where this is leading
(please) no tears, no sympathy
I can't say that you're losing me
but I must be that which I am
though I know where this could take me
no tears, no sympathy
gracefully, respectfully, facing conflict deep inside myself
here confined, losing control of what I could not change
gracefully, respectfully I ask you please don't worry, not for me
don't turn your back, Don't turn away
no tears for me
no sympathy