He speaks, his words hit like
Burning coals...

They're relics of another time,
Like your arms around me...

Just going through the motions,
Drowning in the oceans...

I never wanna let you down,
Can't put this thought underground...

Walk a few steps behind me,
Yes, follow me...

Plea from the Drowning Girl
(Living in the Reality of a Delusion...

The words I whisper,
Barely audible...

Watching the paths the raindrops press
In an underwater world, my own...

Without you in it,
My bed is the worst place to be...

Smile, the world's your own to hold;
As it is for the young, and for the old...

You say I'm beautiful - I always disagree
It's not that I'm modest - Beauty's just not...

I could call out for help
But there's nobody there...