To touch these dreams
Of broken seams
Unwind a harmful truth
That day after day
I dig deeper my grave
That holds me as a youth

I am scared to say
That in my bed as I lay
Pondering of days not to be
I often come accross
A thought once lost
But now urgent to stay next to me

But where do you turn
When you wish not to learn
How to become a better you
Because the cuts feel good
They make you free like a bird
But freedom is gone too soon

I don't want to be touched
And I won't speak as much
If I'm mad and raging with fear
But your gentle sigh
Of a sweet lulleby
Is something that I hold dear

My arms beg for embrace
As along my cheeks your hands trace
To touch these tears of shard
And you reach past my chest
In hopes of the best
To find a racing heart

But now you can see
There's nothing in me
But a heart that whispers death
So in this grave I will lie
Until that day that I die
And of me - - nothing be left