trees shade the spark
in your wandering eyes
my axe isnt sharpened
to fulfill my demise
i know you think that
it takes one to know one
its easy to think that
you're actually special
the moon shines a light
as to show your true face
the sickness is obvious
a mind numbed disgrace
i know you think that
my bodys a reflection
but nothing is further
from unfortunate truth
say its too late
for me and you
say that the sun
wont melt my mind too
as life flies around us
in a haze of uncaredness
all i wish is you
in the air of the morning
as the wood against wood
my heart felt a pain
and time still it stood
now as I bid adue
and our eyes do connect
my hopes sink to depth
on the floor to be swept