Smoke in the room
I can't see you
anymore
Where did you go
We had it all

Three fearful years
So many troubles, so many tears
You needed something
You blinded yourself - you saw me give nothing

But I gave it all

How can you see it now
When I'm stuck inside this cloud
Your ankles are chained to the ground
You're begging me to save you somehow

But your addiction with picking flowers
Won't be much easier to fix than climbing towers

With broken hands
I think we should work on some different plans