The spilled paint an unfinished photo
What I couldn't see past the lens
I was aiming for the mountain but the sky though me off
The wind told me to breathe before I blink
I tried to fly with no wings on the grass plains
Noticing how my dreams would just sink...
I test the waters, drowning before I swim
And like a moth to the flames you disappear...
My faith wavers like the wind that lied to me
I'd rather not see the end, it's always misunderstood
Wondering why I even came here, thinking about how I felt at that moment
I can't breathe anymore and the winds laughing
"Good bye"
