**** this shell we call flesh.
I am its victim and prisoner.
I cannot break free
Or fly away,
But I try still.
Oh if only you could see
What it was like to fly.
Or feel what it was like
To melt myself away.

How much you left behind.
The music in my ears,
The poems in my mind,
My strong faith that takes all fears.

You never could know
How beautiful you really areu

Poetic tides may rise and run away.
I am buried in the words I don't say,
For the actions I don't take
Force me fake
Feelings I don't own.
I show what must be shown.

*I hope that I don't do what I did to her
To you.

I used to be sad at those lyrics,
But now it's really true.
Someone drove her around
The same streets that I did.