I count the moments I'm without you
my breath is in my chest...

Why is pain so gratifying
And suffering cause me pleasure...

I don't exactly understand
why the feelings i feel are so bland...

So its time
Time i let go...

I'm senile i don't believe in much of anything...
i have morbid but tasteful views on life...

Thoughts dance through my mind
of you of us of me and them...

I tried to keep a smile, and let that laughter...
the tears i will not shed, but for a while at...

Why are you so cold,
So lonely in your grave...

Who is this little person
right inside my head...

Shallow and frozen
bleak yet not plain...

Ich liebe die Art, wie einige Augen sprechen...
i love the way some eyes can speak the way theres...