Back to the grass face to the sky, I lie.
The smell of the vineyards penetrates my soul...

Yes I live a lie
this smiley happy-go-lucky outside is a facade...

The keenness lent to wrong belief
I thought the blade was cutting deep...

All I am is in me,
All I am aches to be free...

Why am I always feeling this way?
Why can't I for one moment be okay...

Isn't it funny how things work out?
Isn't it so god damn hilarious when they don't...

It's the hope you have in you
that keeps you from giving up...

Bleed me dry
And hold my life In your fist...

Why am I here?
What's to be done to me...

Dreading tomorrow
Hoping this storm will pass through the night...

It is a cold night, endless and icy,
and I sit alone reading a newspaper...

In the corner of my room,
Every single night...