Looking at an old picture of me,
Through the broken glass...
"Oh look at them pretty eyes"
Eyes that bear into your soul...
My first memory of depression
Takes me back to ten-years-old...
while sitting alone and thinking of you
my memories brings a shade so blue...
What you know of me
is a layer of paint on a canvas...
Rain falls down from heavens,
liquid slowly filling up...
Her smile is a grimace.
Her laugh is a facade...
Her scars tell a story,
The story of her life...
For ten years
the rain as been falling...
Sparkles of a melody in my mind
a chilling song of grief...
This pain I'm giving myself
There's no reason it should feel this good...
In the arms of a stranger
I was seeking comfort not knowing...