[It wasn't me].
Splotches of color like a...

There once was a lively flock of birds,
always in sight of a grand destination...

The anger keeps me alive every single time.
It's all part of the cycle...

I never want this to end,
this feeling of being invincible...

it's an odd sensation
to wonder if we've ever met...

go to bed
go to bed...

Are words enough to remember me by?
I wish I had more to give you...