Watching stains on the sidewalk..

Listening to the birds talk,

- Mind's Gone.

No one with the words to say..

or listen to the words I say,

- I'm Alone.

Soft whispers of those who hate..

leading me towards a horrid fate,

- Should've Known.

That they can always say they're here for me..

But words can't overpower what I see,

- Word Prone.

& Though my demeanor is nonchalant..

I have something I no longer want,

- A Heart..Of Stone.