Starting at posters on the wall.
Can’t help but to not know what to think at all.
There's love in life but I haven't found proof there is for me
There are stars all around me, yet they will never meet me
Blankly staring into space, my mind wonders to every place.
Depressing music is playing in the background,
So my emotions don’t drift into the nonexistence.
Playing the music of one of the people staring back at me
Their music is only played on a good day
I’m fixated at staring at posters on the wall
Decorations of useless paper.
Filled with quotes I never follow
And a calendar from the year 2000
There are pictures of memories that are the only good moments
By staring at them I hope to wash out the painful ones
Business cards of important people
But I dare not to actually call them.
The posters who are supposed to tell who a person is
Are all a way to just fill up my empty walls
Like my heart and possibly my soul.