Walk Away - Epidemic

As I am stepping over you

It’s a sad state of affairs

I don’t even pretend I’m not aware and turned cold

Walk away

Untouched

I can’t relate to anyone

Try to be a humble man

A better son, a better friend

But life gets in the way

No time to register the shame I feel

As I try not to notice you

It’s a sad state of affairs

To ignore this wrongness everywhere

It’s the way we silence our senses

A way to smother the impulse

Suffocate the senses

Suffocate the impulse

We bury pain and tramp the dirt down