The birds that sang in the spring
Brought forward new beginnings...

Our touch is delicate as a rose
so fragile, only our hearts perceive...

The hollow hearts that find dissonance
Spreading adversity across their stretch...

He is the illusion of inseparable distance
While I am the illusion of infinite time...

Do you take pleasure in what you do?
Obliterating all my ecstasy...

When your laying there by her side
Remembering all the times i cried...

These hopeless words I write down
Is causing this paper to drown...

Yearning to be brave
To live life without you...

Dreary and bleak is this day in June
Only is there half a moon...

Trampling the world with my feet bare
Fearing of nothing that purely exist...

You’re my pain giving drug
And I’m the victimize drug...

Oh you beautiful face, why so sad
Take a look at everything you once had...