Little painted nails and toes,
this is the life i almost chose...

I remember the first time i met him.
he was so cool and funny and crazy all at the same...

So very close to dreaming,
Inside a brightly woken day...

This is to my friend,
who thinks his life is coming to and end...

Waiting in the wind,
not knowing where to land...

My eyes burn from all these tears,
you'd thin id learn through all these years...

Here in the splendor that is my mind,
I hollow a space for myself deep behind my ribs...

As the sun rises
so does my spirit...

I wont let them see these crimson tears,
i wont speak to them my silent fears...

I cannot feel anything,
I'm stuck inside this hole...

Slip. Fall. Crash.
Land inside the PAST...

Pills.
Pills...