• Through my brain
    silver flying pretty birds...
    black shining ugly words

    the trophy you make yourself out to be
    is it really as good as you make it to be?

    the charms you use to get your way
    the force they use to make them pay

    we are not so diffrent..
    look at it from my way

    you cannot see what i see
    you cannot do what i do
    you could never understand

    why run away?
    it complicates
    the suicide
    ( all the pain )

    will you stay?
    or go away?
    will you stay?
    have you away?
    try my ways

    can you stay--
    will you wait--

    but dont you pray, that i will wash away--------------

    because...i keep you safe...