You look at me,
Through closed eyes.

What do you see?
Darkness of all sorts, but that is not me.

Everyone's a critic;
Judging by the eye.

It's not always as it seems;
We all have things we hide.

I hope and hope
That all will see
Who I am, who is me.

However, hopes crash,
Just as fast,
As I'd created them-just like that.

One simple phrase,
Cuts like a blade,
And takes away my happy days.

"I hate you" you said.
You wished I was dead.

Closed my eyes,
Along with my heart.
This is where all the pain starts.

I just wish to be young and free;
Happy as could be.

I don't want to see tragedies;
Relive everything I've seen.

In a world called paradise;
Just me and my own set of eyes.

There's no one else to see my tears;
That have managed to build up over the years.

Darling, I'm floating over your head.
No, love, I am not dead.

I'm simply floating.

It's an inward battle I seem to fight.
Pulled both ways; left and right.

As I plunge into the abyss;
I silence your cries with a fierce kiss.

It's destiny; I've been callen.
It's my time to be fallen.

I don't want to say good-bye;
But otherwise, I wish to die.

To end the pain and start anew;
Where there is no "me and you".

History does not exsist,
and no can read my lips.

To my little escape I go,
Down my throat another pill flows.

Darling, I'm floating over your head.
No, love, I am not dead.

I'm simply floating.

Why did you have to find me?
All alone, in my little blissful sea?

In my home, I was fine and asleep.
Untill you swept me off my feet.

It's a relentless pursuit;
I'll chase after you.

A game some wish to play;
So we no longer bare the day.

Floating...
Floating...

CRASH.

The song of sorrow fills my bloody ears.
It is the sound of heartbreak, and your worried tears.

Dissapointment fills your tone,
As indifference fills my hollow soul.

Why'd you have to find me?
I was lost at sea.

In my own little land.
Where I'm free to pop pills hand by hand.

I was simply floating,
Right over your head.

How did you not see me?
I was far from dead.

The light there was bright;
But my body sure was cold;

At least it was something;
More than this numbness I now hold.

The song of sorrow plays again,
Right through my mind.

I might have made a mistake;
But it won't happen next time.

I will not fall through these cracks;
And find a way to bring myself back.

So, look at me,
Through closed eyes.
What will you learn?

You'll see all my scars,
From each and every burn.

You'll learn nothing,
You didn't already know.

But underneath all that,
Is where you need to go.