I don't know what to write about
Words have never failed me before...

How can I break my eyes from their enchantment?
I know no longer what curse is upon them...

His eyes were troubled and tired.
His eyes were dull and dim...

You terrify me
It scares me that you know me...

I could have run a thousand miles
So long as I'd heard you breathing...

It's not mutual
And that's not persona...

He who loved most
Was rewarded with salvation and sorrow...

A lick of paint and it feels like new
You can't see the cracks; I'll forget they're even...

And I keep looking in the mirror
It's just an image, nothing of truth...

Don’t know when I started to change
Don’t know what’s happening to me...

The curtains are drawn
Just the way you left them...

Emancipation of our soulful deliverance
The crucifixion of our sought for salvation...