I called your phone,
guess you weren't home...
The night falls with a silent sigh, cold and alone...
the light for which you pray...
I stare up at the sky
Waiting for the day that you come back into my...
At the world's extreme
corner...
Sad songs
are the poison...
Satisfaction always evaded my grasp as I ran...
That blew back the very knives that had decorated...
I did that wrong
I didn't do this right...
I'm breathing, but now I'm breathless
I'm walking, but now I'm forever restless...
Tick-tock, tick-tock; the sounds of the old clock
Which rests resolutely upon the brick mantle...
The way to survive
is breathing...
If fantasy is but a dream
And madness just a seam...
I look in the mirror,
the answers are clearer...