I can't even deny that you're the reason I cry.
I can't even lie you're the reason I lay awake at night.
I can't even fight the sight of you laying there without life.

When you say that you're fine
but a part of you know that is a lie,
things killed you and you got one life from nine,
instead of telling, you spoke things you don't buy.

Cos' things happen and we all know,
cos' things ****, something things blow,
cos' it hurts, you know but you don't show
cos' it's like you are in a dry desert and all you need is a drop of h2o

In a bit, you will cry while you pray,
but for now, you pretend that it's okay,
you act like you're fine, everything slays,
but inside you're screaming 'everything is a play'.

Sometimes, I asked myself:
Why did I laugh?
When that thing is hurting me,
It’s about to cut me into half.

Sometimes, I asked myself:
Why did I cry?
When things come out just fine.

Did you ever see the bird?
Trapped inside, locked cage, no freedom.

Did you ever see my heart?
Sinking down, pounding tightly, broken immensely.

Did you ever taste the drugs?
Poor choice, hard hit, inconvenient medicine.

Did you ever hear her laugh?
Breaking down, lips frown, fade out.

Did you ever see his lips?
Dry cracks, thin-lined, love-broken.

Did you ever see love?
Swelling up, bursting lightly, shallow sorrow.

Did you ever see the music?
Changing people, quirky moves, spinning minds.

Did you ever hear lies?
Consume you, guilt built, mad silhouettes.

Did you ever see happiness?
Eyes diluting, jumping high, smile shines.