Rays of bright sunshine,
breaking through the clouds...

Laying on the floor,
staring at the roof...

Breathing my fears,
drinking my tears...

All to be heard,
is the creak of the bed...

And she smiles,
maybe it's a mistake...

I hate this world and it hates me,
I don't know what I need to be...

Rising up,
from blackened oceans...

Trying to hold back,
on the taste of my tears...

Feelings of sickness,
lying awake...

Birds are singing,
in silver trees...

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

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