I lay, alone
in a field of grass
not thinking, just looking
at the sky of glass
I see a cloud
out of the corner of my eye
I feel it start to rain
and I begin to cry
I’ve tried so hard
and come so far
I flew so high
then fell so hard
my love doesn’t really
doesn’t really exist
and whatever I do
digs a bigger pit
inside my heart
inside my mind
and that’s why I'm here, of course
to hide.