NOTE: Honestly written September 10, 2001            Slowly and painfully the sweat mixes in with tears.    The steam bath shower is the only thing I hear.    Laying on the floor with emotions draining from my eyes.    Feeling this loneliness alone on cloud 9.    And you pretend that I'm not there (like I'm not there).    And you pretend that I don't care (like I don't care).    These feelings that I feel inside (inside).    This emptiness is running... running out of time (out of time).    Were running out of time (out of time).    Its feeding into me, burning me (burning me) into the ground.