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...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Remember that time
The bee stung your arm...

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