Why am I sitting in my room with a razor in my...
Why am I thinking of cutting myself and watching...

Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But you leave scars that are never shown...

Leave everything you know behind,
And wipe the slate clean...

Upon an icy wake and a broken heart,
you stab with a bitter touch...

As the sunlight falls behind the horizon
A mere pane of glass separates us...

With this broken glass;
I am happy to say the least...

I guess you could say,
that I was lying to myself...

Lost beneath the surface
It's impossible to breathe...

I am lost in a sea of clouds
Adrift a discomforting breeze...