Sitting cross-legged on her porcelain throne,
Chest heaving quiet cries of unknown angst...

Im a wishful thinker babe
with the worst intentions...

It's not what you don't see
It's what you fail to invision...

Im broken and bleeding
My hearts not leading...

Sweet talks lost, long walks
living a silent motion picture...

Look into my eyes.
Can you see into my soul...

I hate to see you sad, I wish I could help
I cant think of anything to say, funny or clever...

Verse 1:
Drifting down in the river, he is free...