It Is An Old Friend

I DON’T know how to react
I don’t know what to feel
I don’t know where to be
I don’t know why

I don’t know how to react
When I heard those kind of news
I know it’s not a good news
But there’s a part of me
That I can’t help but partake

I don’t know what to feel
When I heard those kind of news
I know it’s a bad news
But there’s a part of me
That I can’t understand

I don’t know where to be
When I heard those kind of news
I know it’s a serious thing
But there’s a part of me
That I can’t know where to be

I don’t know why
When I heard those kind of news
I know it’s a complicated thing
But there’s a part of me
That my mind tells, it’s –constant.

Those kind of news, those bad news, those serious things, those complicated things.. I know I’m not supposed to react. I know I’m not supposed to feel something. I know I’m not supposed to be talking about this. I know I’m out of this simply because it doesn’t concern me. Simply because they are just strangers to me. But what I’m talking about is… those people.. who.. left.. There in the latter world they gather. There in the latter world is where they are.

What I’m talking about is…

D E A T H.   i s.   n o r m a l.   D E A T H.   i s.   a n.   o l d.   f r i e n d.

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