My Sleeping Beauty,
I hope you are living your true desire...

My unspoken rule of life is eternal isolation.
My sensitivity training has gone out the window...

I do not need you in my life,
nor do I want you to be any part of it...

Aching thoughts of you get me caught up in this...
almost making you real...

I spent half a life not being able to breathe,
never feeling that I could ever be free...

She has become a shattered mind hidden away,
praying for amnesia to stay...

I still remember that girl on the run,
who simply strayed between trust and fear...

You cannot keep buying their love,
you are already too deep in debt...

I hate that all the pieces of your love
shine between my sorrow...

Someday you'll remind me of the heart I used to...
but thanks to your betrayal...

Now I know what everyone means
by alcoholics becoming scavengers of their own...

I might whisper into a rainbow
but I talk more fiercely tot he black cloud...