I don't wanna notice. I don't wanna see. Even I don't give up. Even I won't give up. . You're breaking the surface. So what's left of me?. Tell me when is enough.
We walked in the cold air. Freezing breath on a window pane. Lying, waiting. A man in the dark in a picture frame. . So mystic and soulful. A voice reaching out in a piercing cry.
I watch the surface bleed as your eyes come up wide. And the pain is taken away. I'm caught up in silence as hold my thoughts only to destroy myself. Something came between us.