I still think about you
But do you too?
When Laying at night
With everything dark in sight
Counting the ceiling fan blades
As your awakeness don't fades
Yet staring at nothing to see
Do you still think about me?

And everytime I look at those corridors
My eyes try to find yours
And when they finally capture you
I wonder if you miss us
As all the time, I so painfully do.

The blade glides
Emerging red high tides
From mad to sane
****** anguish overpowers mental pain

For I know, that you are here;
Though my eyes betray me,
My heart doesn't.