Black

I was making up a story
I was happy in my head
You were happy with the things you never said
And I was writing mostly fiction
'Cause the truth is lost on me
You can scream it in my face I'd still not see
And I write down a lot of questions
But I don't know what to say
When the answers make no difference anyway
And so I make the best of this choice
Finding bitterness works best
'Til I get this hatred somehow off my chest

Where does the time go in these days?
I'm blocking so much out I'm in a daze
My head is racing from my heart
And I'll keep on running 'til it falls apart

I'm causing myself constant complications
'Cause I contemplate contempt
As I contemplate just where those six months went
It's kinda hard to keep conceiving
Of a consolation prize, that makes up for even one of all these whys?
And I'll concede I cause confusion
And you think you have it bad?
You should see the shit that's going round my head
And I'm too scared to really say it
And trust me, you don't wanna know
I'll bury it way down inside I'm good to go

Where does the time go in these days?
I'm blocking so much out I'm in a daze
My head is racing from my heart
And I'll keep on running 'til it falls apart

And what becomes of the broken hearted?
When the broken pieces don't fit back?
What becomes of the broken hearted?
When the broken pieces just turn black
And wont turn back
They wont turn back
They wont turn back

Where does the time go in these days?
I'm blocking so much out I'm in a daze
My head is racing from my heart
And I'll keep on running 'til it falls apart