The woods here know my pain.
I come here to release restrain.
Feel it invade the veins,
filling the empty space.
A substitute
to somehow change this attitude.
This phase is rude
to even consider staying
though it's overdue.
To be so different,
sometimes something's
wrong with it.
Alienation comes with it.
You're not alone,
we're all a part of it.

The stems from the trees,
branches and leaves,
reach out for me.
Can I stay here and grow with you?
I'd really like to.
Bleeding and blue,
keep bleeding with you.
Only dying for you.