My senses don't make sense to me
And yet nothing else could be more clear...

Solitary confinement
Has brought me to the brink...

I stand here alone and yet
I can't get back on my feet...

If only I had a word
To describe those awing eyes...

Here we go again
same street corner same heavy rain...

Where can I hope to start
Standing here trench knife drawn...

Not sure whats happened
but i know it can't be good...

Every day its seems
you make this easier to do...

I remember once I heard your heart,
and noticed ours stride as one...

Voices fading in and out
Causing my hands to shiver and shake...

I find myself missing...
All the little things you do...

Alright people
It is time to clear the air...