Breeze that washes over face
You close your eyes and smell...

Sit and gaze
out that window...

So you want to know
me...

Taste The insanity;
It is mine...

A grin within
My intent...

So the taste is still bitter
The pain Still remains...

So this is the tide
So this is the sound...

Can it be possible
To forget what it is to be...

So in the sand
i drew a picture...

Oh the coldness
Gripping my throat...

So you think
I've given up...

So its the wind calling
Outside these walls...