The seeds of live are no longer thrinving
In fact they are bleeding
The depth of the mind is not that of the heart
Cant you see im needing
The soul longs for a venture that will complete its purpose
No one ever cared
So now that im back for just more tears
Take a moment to think about your fears
And cry them out in front of me
Pile the woes of misery
Let me feel as if ill never be free
Its not you i hate
Its not the facts i analyze
Its the me that i distaste and its the death that i will meet with much haste
