Paroles: Straightaway. Democracy Of Spreading Poverty. Thousands Miles Away.

I?m sitting here late at night somehow I can?t get any sleep
I?ve got a thousand questions running through my head
I?m switching on the computer to pass the time and free my mind
But these thoughts won?t go will leave me restless

I can?t pretend it?s not affecting me but I just can?t get a single tear
And now your names are all engraved on these white stone graves
Was it your sense of family to constantly keep ignoring me ?
Anger and misunderstanding prevail on this pain

You never wasted a few thoughts ink and a stamp on a letter

Thousands miles away strangers for so many years
a make believe of distance to justify your silence
Not even a single pic as a reminder in my mind all I had
Was blurry faces distant memories I could hardly remember

You never wasted a few thoughts ink and a stamp on a letter

I?m sorry that I?m not feeling guilty
can anyone tell me why should I be?