Fear, rapid breathing in and out,
exhaltation of insecurities...

Yes she worries
and yes she is bugs me...

Been a while since these words,
these words came tumbling out...

Why do you even bother?
The snowflakes now cover o'er your soul...

Seems too cold to be warm August,
too many migraines littering this path...

The princess is up inside her tower,
can you see, this scene is set...

Oh, sickness creeping in my head;
build up this fire, and build it high...

Angel wings and feather dusters,
history homework's sweet demise...

You will never find something better
or more beautiful...

Confession: I don't feel well.
This sickness is in my head...

Right now, my dear, you're shunning me;
and I'm kinda a broken mess...

Oh, pilot, can you help me?
These words aren't making sense...