I try to stop it
I try to block it out
I try to keep from feeling them
from feeling everyone around me
and from seeing the way i see
but I cant avoid it
no not me
I cant avoid seeing what i see
I cant avoid feeling what i feel
I see the faces
I feel what they feel
I cant push it out
I have no control
its easier to handle though
when I just start to see
that behind all those faces 
behind all those minds
behind every though
in the back of every young soul
there remains a question needing to be asked
only I am asking already
yet have yet to find an answer 
what is the point of living? 
why do we wander around trying to make the best of it all
when there is no best
there is nothing more
we have no proof
we can not see
they cant see it
only I can
theres only me
and the people I see
the people I see and feel
just me