My hands fly across the page,
And my mind is twisted dry.
I want to show there's something more,
To prove I can still fly.
I can't admit I might be falling,
Or that I might be wrong,
That everything I had is fading,
And soon it will be gone.
Tears form inside my heart,
And burst out from my eyes.
So briefly I was soaring free,
I did believe the lies.
The world will always hurt me, now,
And I have no refuge here,
I've lost the beauty words provide,
And there is nothing left but fear.
My heart will ache in sorrow,
These empty tears will flow,
What it meant to loose this,
Not a soul will ever know.