Redundant Life

There's a sudden when i feel so hopeless or should i say useless.
I'm starting to lost control of myself and my face is heated up.
It can be redundant.

There are words written over my face.
How do you do? is a question on my mind.

There are answers lying on the surface.
Are you "running" like you always do?

I had your image in my eye.
I just want the truth that you know.

Don't want to lose it,
just want to know when.
Traumatise me,
with the words you'll give me.

C.K.