The times we had and stories that we shared,
when I did almost drown in waters deep...
Slip away, 'tis okay
After all the years you've seen...
In a broken wooden rocking chair,
I cut my long, vermilion hair...
my breath is yours so
while suffocating I know...
You never said I'm leaving
You never said goodbye...
I lost track of you so many times
that this last one just seemed...
Closing eyes can visualize
blond hair and blue...
beneath a black-netted curtain;
her face simmers in a sombre shade of pale...
It seems so hard now to wake up to life
Every morning I get up before dawn...
It's been roughly
three years since...
I have been thinking about a friend of mine, named...
Scott was troubled with the burdens of life...
Your laughter speaks the loudest
And you tell me that you're fine...