Maybe I'm crazy.
Maybe it's my fault.
Tell yourself something,
then make it come true.
Hiding things within my eyes,
sinking into the blue.
I wish I could put into words
exactly how I feel,
but it doesn't make sense to you.
So I'm not gonna try.
You'll always wonder
what the specks were in my eye.
Mysterious pits and swirls,
leading down into darkness;
reflections on the water
of dreams coming true.
Ceaseless longing, endless praying,
sinking into the blue.
Aqua seafoam shame
blatant on my face always.
Misquoted misery staring ahead.
I guess nobody understands.
I just want to stop
the scars below my hands.
The body does what the mind wants,
so which would you like to help?
Because neither is okay.
Your dreams for me won't come true,
I've already sunken into the blue.