Short little yellow lines
flying by like time...

I'm not sure what to make of here,
My eyes are open and my thoughts are cold...

Never have I felt such visious hatred
I shall prove them right...

I picked up my bloodstained razor
as I started to cry...

So whats this I hear about us breaking?
Shouldn't I feel some pain or aching...

I'm scared for you
can't you tell...

Why is life like this
So hard to obtain true bliss...

Asking why
Biochemistry...

Running through a forest, no looking back
smelling the sweet air of autumn...

Its the times like these where I wish that I
could just feel the sweet embrace of...

So here I am, alone for now.
Dealing with I don't know how...

One who feels free, will learn to be
pure at heart, worlds apart...