You sit up with a start
form outlined by the afterglow, or is that the sunrise?
We've been in bed for years it seems
and you're still unaware of me watching, listening
to the silent sobs and scratchy breaths
of the dream daemons that live in your lenses and tug your eyes cross and blind.

You've seen me unclothed, but I've seen you naked.
And you are beautiful.

I live a deathless death,
You said you loved me then you left,
I saw it in your bottomless brown eyes,
All the love you'd ever felt for me had died,
Died like my heart, soul, and mind,
Without you,
I'm blind,
Oblivious to the rest of the world,
Ever since your love for me grew old,
I guess it is true what they say,
You'll always love the one that got away.

I dont know how to find
I dont know how to be found
I dont know how to choose
I dont know how to be chosen
I dont know how to love
I dont know how to be loved back

"Dead girl walking,
Alone in the dark,
She can't look in the mirror,
The fear of what she'll find.

She takes a rusty razor,
Her only and best friend,
The only thing that helps her,
When she's afraid of herself.

And drops of blood replaces,
The tears from her eyes.
Now the voices are screaming,
That the next goal is to die.
She cry and cry and cry,
She ask herself "Why?"

Dead girl walking,
Back to her bed,
And if you didn't knew she was breathing,
You would see she's already dead."

You were fire
and I was water,
always trying to tone you down
always a little behind you,
cleaning up the mess you made
with your flames and your wrath.
But I couldn't breathe through the smoke anymore
and I fell to the ground,
tired and lost.
When I opened my eyes,
you were gone,
and the only thing left
was a pinch of ash from the part of my heart
you burned out.
The worst thing is,
after all this time,
it's still a little bit warm.