All the songs I hear
All the women I see
All the things I fear
All the pain inside me

All these things remind me of
All of what was once our love

How did you know what I was thinking
When I was thinking about holding your hand
You grabbed mine first
Like some line in a verse
And I can't begin to understand
Synchronized randomness in a world of no consequence,
Or minds tied together in a net of one consciousness
Can you read my thoughts though?
Then I want you to know
That you are beautiful
Right down to the bone
Throughout your very soul
And if you can't read my mind
Then you ought to be told

Said Hamlet to Ophelia,
'I'll do a sketch of thee,
What kind of pencil shall I use,
2B or not 2B?'

You think I'm tired?
I'm not tired.

My limbs are steady,
my sight is strong but...

I don't want to see anymore.
I want to sleep alone again.

Sometimes what is hard has no voices to mimic(k)
I can't tell you why


I'm not tired, but I want to sleep.

Let go.
Let it go.
Let the pain go.
Let the pain flow.
Let the pain fade off.
Let the pain fade off of you.

Let the sun give you warmth.
Let the sun calm you down.
Let the sun rise and shine.
Let the sun be bright.
Let it be.
Let it.