I would love to live in the countryside
And wake up to foggy mornings...

Why are you here,tell me do you know?
Are you a harvester or a planter...

I wish I knew how to write a sad song
Sad enough so that you cry...

Stab me right here in my chest
Let the blood flow slow and free...

Glass, its a fragile, funny thing
dropped, and it will break...

Shaking inside,
I couldn't hide...

The tears have finally ceased to fall
From this fool poet's haggard face...

The rhymes never did save a soul
it couldn't help you and me...

Another day over, another day gone
The watcher stood still, waiting...

Ghost of my past, who haunts my waking dreams
I have triumphed above you for so long...

I once had a friend, who I very seldom see
Sometimes I hated him, for his soul mirrored me...

How could you look at me and not see
The way you affect me...