Like the tide, these words mean nothing,
but carry so much power...

"And then I find you here.
Through your eyes...

So who are you,
in this dark recess of my mind...

"And here I go again;
it's like I can't stop crying...

Why can't I feel the things I want to feel?
Why must I pretend? Why can't it be real...

You know what, angel?
Your beautiful name never leaves my hand...

Your buttercup fragrance will never be the same,
It coats my lungs like melted cotton candy...