Tonight -
Is the night...

My journey began,
By seeing with my eyes...

A boy I once knew,
Presented to me a gift...

(Then)
It's the letting go I can't seem to do...

An itch can only be scratch deep,
Until it becomes a tugging phantom...

Behind these shattered eyes, dwells a portrait.
Frozen images, of hardened regret...

I'm still searching,
Beyond those quiet moments...

-I believe,
In the power of heartache...

 
"This head is bowed...

Behind each painting,
Lies an echo of pain...

We spoke in tongues.
The kind that...

This is me now-
A heart woven from leftover strings...