Why are you looking for love
Did you receive it enough when you were young
Why are you running away from commitment
Did you not have any when you were growing
When the wind blows
Where do you look to
Are you heading it on
Or are you letting it carry you
Through the days
The months and the years
Where are you going
Is it to hell
Are you trying to be alive in any way
With others in a bed
Or with others and bottles
With a smoke
Or being wide awake in your room at night alone
Listen to the wind
Let it guide you
Not the whispers from a lover
The wind will blow from your heart
Face it while leaving all your hardships melt away
When you find yourself either with the friends you began your journey
Or with new ones who seem to push you towards the wind
Remember that the old friends are in memory, and that you can cherish
And the new ones are there to motivate you
Or carry you if you need it
And when you're in the deep
When your thoughts are low and the wind isn't howling anymore
With bugs and insects carrying the night on.
Remember the memories
Remember your friends
And not your troubles
For if you think wrongly
Doors will open pushing you away from your heart

There's this liquid straight from the bottle,
That honestly makes me feel awful,

But it takes away my flowing conscious,
without it everything is nonsense,

It's a strange liquid that makes my feelings stronger,
And in doing so it makes me warm like my skin is fur,

Soothing, right down to the touch!
Although everything turns black when I've drank too much!

My mind is an ever-flowing mountain of idea's in the shape of streams,
From all these things I see day to day, and  past to past I can still feel you're still inside of my dreams,

Go and and go away,
Please God, I cannot stray

I breathed you in,
your addictive tasteful sin,

My darling was the medication I needed,
To stop the hallucinations that I once succeeded,

To the touch it feels me and I- hurt,
When I'm drinking and I'm feeling, everyone compares me to the dirt.

Small hurtful words diminished my personality,
Slowly creating my own false reality,

Ignorant and always abused,
To full knowledge and being personally accused,

To myself I'm so unloving and distantly cruel,
My image of myself has been warped from others at school,

I am made from the wishes of others so they are pleased,
And now I can see how much I am diseased,

I want to be me,
To whoever that is one day I'll learn to be free,