I've given up on you
And trying to make you smile...

Your wings are so beautiful
So why do you hide...

We spend our lives waiting
For several different things...

I know I'm not perfect
A savior or a saint...

It starts with a story
That someone overhears...

Dull, dull dull
What has my life come to...

It follows you from all sides
Its everywhere you turn...

Nothing to do
Nothing to say...

Not one more blink
Not one more stir...

All hope is lost
At least in his eyes...

As Robert Frost once said
He wished the world to end in fire...

My eyes stare into darkness
They redden and run dry...