How I'd love
to live the life of a fish...

How is it that the rush of adrenaline can be so...
How is it that the smell of rubber can be healing...

Is it the idea,
the dream...

These are just thoughts that run through my head...
They're whispers from the cracking cages that sit...

Can this soul be rid of this pain,
its eyes bleeding rivers of tears...

Moving on,
its a part of life...

How is it
that i can hurt those that are closest to me...

*I found this and quite a few others in the back...
Raindrops...

The curse,
of this putrid flesh...

*I found this and quite a few others in the back...
Falling...

Release your clutches from this troubled soul
undo your grip on my heart...

Its that skip or the heart as they enter the room,
That nervous shuffle as they look your way...