Would you help a hand in need,
If the hand were the reason you bleed...

As I look, into that dark night
You emerged and there began the fight...

Restless minds and the weary hands of a working...
Forever wandering the various landscapes...

I love you too much, to let this go on
This is why I must end it here...

I sit here in the dark, watching my butterfly...
Her heart slowly comes to a stop, her wings torn...

At one time, this ocean was knee deep
Times have changed, the water without sleep...

I can feel that itch come back again
The imprints you left under my skin...

Through hard times my beautiful flower has grown
Finding refuge through neglect and being disowned...

Countless nights go by where I sleep by force
Tossing, turning, wondering why and what for...

Shattering of the thin line between want and need
Feeding the itch of wanting to stop and think...

Separation of emotion and body as the night rises
Trading places with someone\'s happiness since...

I seem to stand so tall and be unafraid
But inside I'm shaking, trying to get away...