Just went through your eyes,

and the battle was fine.

Couldn't stand to see you streaming.

Now I realize that I might have been

part of the reason for your frowning.



And so I grey the heart and the shape,

that look that you gave, staring.

At empty help me back to awake.

And so I grey the heart and the shape.



Now the bottle plays a little factor.

Not the way I used to be, thankfully.

I was disguising a different matter,

now I engage in everything, infinity...



Help me back to awake.

There were sentences with no direction,

those are pieces that I put away.

There is sadness in the reflection,

one long look is all that it takes.