I'm sorry dad, I'm sorry mum,
For these things that I do wrong.
For every smile that I can't give,
This little life that I can't live.
If you could look, through my two eyes,
Then I pray that you'd see why,
The sun will rise when I'm gone.

And when time will pass, and love will fade,
And these little things will all wash away,
I'll call home.

But this ain't goodbye, I'm still your son,
It's just these feet, they plead to run.
Through that sand, 'cross that sea,
Somewhere far away from me.
Where I can sleep amongst the stars,
Open oceans, and empty cars.
Dreams of swimming, on my own.

And when time will pass, and love will fade,
And these pretty things will all wash away,
I'll call home.

For then I'll be, sincerely me,
For like the tide my soul is free.
Salty skin, sun dried hair,
Lungs to breath that morning air.
That eucalyptus in the sky,
As laughing birds begin to cry.
And sunlight sings inside my bones.

And when time will pass, and love will fade,
And these pretty things will all wash away,
I'll call home.

It's a silent world
An empty abyss
Snow around me, whirls
The world's best, just like this
Piano notes dance,
around my head
Every key, intense
Each moment
Piano keys dance
They Prance
Piano keys,
They dance.

Ink drips off a snow white sketchpad
It seems to form an indistinguishable blob
The artist didn't think it looked that bad
As she breathed in, her heart began to throb

The pencil drew ink as it glided along the canvas
It ranged from blue, grey to white
Until it hit the color of her black abyss
the artist started her internal fight

Her strokes curled into oceans
Each one drew the darkest of blue ink
All her oceans cried broken,
Her art meant more than you think

how is it to feel?
and have it all be real
how is it you woe?
and not let people know
How is it you paint?
With those red colors that make you faint
Why is it I care?
you tell me not to, and that's not fair
After all the things we've been through
Why wont you let me paint too?

They say time travel is impossible
But what they say is not plausible
You don't have to visit your baby crib, to time travel
You don't have to endure all your previous battles
Just bring back the feelings you got from those moments
Because those feelings belong to the past
and the past always lasts