In your caravan I use to watch you sleep,
well, pretend to anyway...

These scars still bleed, they never heal,
my life is fake, my death is real...

Lying on my bed...
Wishing I was dead...

Through the fog, through the mist,
I can see you...

Is this love?
Every minute of my life...

I feel a void so spacious,
like candy's tasteless...

I lived in a black and white world before i met...
When i saw your face for the first time...

I cannot write this poem,
for i have lost my sense of art...

Birds are singing,
in silver trees...

Feelings of sickness,
lying awake...

In the darkness,
in the rain...

I'm lying still,
as my world spins round...