Lost and never to be found

it hurts but I don't know where... it aches but I don't know why... it takes my breathe way but I don't care, at least I know I am alive!
I don't want September to come, but days pass and I'm running time... I'm lost and I don't feel like looking for my body and soul. I left my heart there, somehow I don't know where it was all along...till Barcelona! Now it's still perfect pubs and clubs, friends and family, food and booze, but soon it will come the classes, and that room, and the same ghosts and I'm better off this way...that means far far away! some people are gone for good and others still there just to bother, but I don't care coz my world is far, my head is on the other side and I am lost, and that...that will never change!