The movement of the air
Is the only thing I can breathe
It's my only possession
It's my only disease
If a sea of self resentment
Is the only thing you can see
Will you be able to forgive yourself
What a pale existance
Reminds me sometimes of me
I could see the resemblance
I could see the difference
I've been a boy
For to long, but I'm awake
The boy here
How long 'till he'll break
I tend to miss you
I tend to miss you bad
But tend to keep my habitat sealed
Burn my loved ones
It seems I'm so indifferent
To the meaning of existance and feelings
Bound to a toll
On my heart is pushed away
Alone here
How long 'till I'll haze
