They say the eyes are the gates to the soul, to the heart
But when I look into your eyes, I only drown
They're a mystery, an ocean
You're a mystery
Your soul is secret, you heart is hidden
And I only drown in the beauty that is you

What am I to do,
when the painful storms in my head,
my heart,
my life,
controls me?

I don't think I understand
the concept of friends
the concept of loved ones
the face you can talk to in hard times
the place you can call home
the home which lies in a person

I don't think I understand
what it is to have a home
because whenever I find it
whenever my heart starts to heal

I always seem to run away

I am just like a comet
Flying, soaring, crashing down
Not caring about my direction
The burning fire in the back is my crown
I'm a distraction
Some say disaster
I say faster
I say free
I say
I am a comet
And if you're lucky you'll be one of the stars in my path
Before I crash, burn, die.

What's the difference between existing,
and living?
Which one am I doing?

School never taught you how to react or cope with death
Especially not deaths of dear ones
They just die, dissapear, leave, and you're there left
Left alone, alone, alone, alone
It hurts you know,
And the world keeps spinning
And the world moves on
I'm sitting there clenching my heart and head
Wondering how
Do
I
Move
On?

the fingertips hurt
the best kind of pain
beautiful music in my ears
the guitar strings vibrate

word come wobbling out of my mouth
sometimes they make sense
and sometimes they do not
sometimes they're nonsense

feelings have no reason
just wants to be expressed
comes and goes with the seasons
makes me feel both sad and blessed