Why do we always fall victim?
We eventually fade into a colorless spectrum anyhow.
And why do we believe someone else loves us?
I want to love you more than I love myself.
Weary emotions and exhausting potions are all I seem to find.

Please reach into the back of my mind,
where the darkness lies,
behind my tired eyes.
You might find all my unspoken words,
the lonely thoughts, that were never heard.
Even further, you might see a crying boy.
He wants to disappear, his feelings so coy.

I can feel the lovely darkness taking hold of me,
the influence and lack of confidence taking hold of me,
As I cry each drunken night, staring at her window,
through that blurry rainy sky.

Old flowers falling off the limbs mean we all will disappear into the sea.
A cold hard broken heart means, when the rain pours,
so does my heart.
A sad reminiscing mind means you’re the one I’ve thought about for years.
I make believe to have memories of us together,
when I haven’t even met you…

I want to love you,
like no one has ever loved me,
But I can see your words that no one ever hears,
stained within your skin, buried in fears.
So don’t look out your window tonight,
just stay still.
In the end, I can’t wait to feel the fire embrace me,
since it’s the only thing that ever will.