If this heart stopped beating,
Would anyone care...

A haze, a fog, or reality's dream
When nothing's quite like what it seems...

Here in my hands, I hold the meaning of life.
It's not much. A bit of writing scrawled upon a...

If only they knew how the world
Turns to gray...

A silent vow, eternal bet, the time goes by...
The metronome of living life, solid as a steady...

A hurricane inside of me
I don't know what to say or do...

This, this pen, it is not real
And this, this paper I scarcely feel...

There's circles painted on the walls
Drawn about the endless halls...

It was everything he stole from me
And every part of me he took...

Remember that time
The bee stung your arm...

I'm lying on the ground
Unwilling just to stand...

Existence that surrounds me
Seems to fall into decay...