As I try to sleep
I hear the sounds under my bed...

I dont wanna
Eavesdrop into the evils...

Why look ahead when you can look back?
Why live when you can die...

Missing the purple sunset
Jumping into the sea...

Why should I listen to your lies
When I can taste the true that lies in you...

I wonder
What makes people think...

When it hurts to look back and
Your scared to look ahead...

Roses are red
The blood that flows...

They are still clueless
And it has been 17 years...

I sit here
staring at the screen...

Sometimes its better to be alone
to be careless and in peace...

Rest here
As the storm rises...