I'm not sure I want to get better
Put an end to all these tears...

Like talking to a dark shadow in a dream
Distant, wise, dark...

Smooth down my hair
And tell me it's okay...

Silence
Our silent house...

The world's un-even
I could swear this room's on a hill...

With a mind racing
With circle thoughts...

I know you're there
Showing false hope...

Loose the truths I now carry
The responsibility is making me weary...

With heavy eyes I watch it all
I'm too tired to catch a detail so small...

Words come scrambled
In fragments and parts...

Kill them all slowly
There's no reason left to care...

There are those who wish never to breach
the walls of their own speech...