Watching a bare tree
And the rope that hangs from it...

The path still calls me
The dark forest and the heart tree...

There is a colour that I no longer seem to see
There is a chain I wear whenever I am free...

Beneath my wrist there are violin strings
But their music feels lost in the past...

A black screen fades to light
And draws the text to the eye...

A cut is as good as a rose my sweet
No gesture of love could be as neat...

I don't care what you say or think about me
I don't care about your news or fake smiles...

The animals they weep
My insecurities build...

Can't live, Can't seem to breathe
It's dark what people believe...

Inside the requiem of disenchanted love
Live our true hidden faces...

Johnny never came first
Johnny was a lonely boy...

I sit down and watch from a far
The sites and sounds of a raped mind...