Dost thee care for it which belongest not to you ?
Dost thee care for them who walk on wreckage as thou didst?
Why are the words misconstrued?
Why is the truth hard to you?
Ever that thou sowest
When yieldest the possibility of lowest
Measure thine life's circumference
Since thou revolvest most near the dark
Often it be the most absorbed
How thou mess with a mere sector
Yet the most of it collapsest
Sweating in the smoke to keep going
It requirest lest of a hope
Thee who dost not hear the screams
Cannot hear the sayings

Years from then and you’re still in the doorway
One hand in your pocket and the other on the frame
Though shadows, they refuse to be stored away
Vivid to the clothes on the ground, everything’s the same
You hurt someone you loved and couldn’t see it
In the mindset of forever you forgot to live for now
The moment things came crashing down you couldn’t believe it
You kept asking yourself how
How do I live without her here, how do I go on?
Why should I pretend to be happy and fine when I’m dying inside?
You spiral down into dreams, into an abyss of fault, you’re gone
Nothing can dig you from this grave, dug in full stride
The snapping of a bird awakens you from your despair
Mystified by the room you roll to your left and cry
Struck by your reality like the warmth of a shimmering glare
There is no reason to live without her, just another reason to die.