There are certain times when I wished I wasn't so alive, and I would take it out on people like they were dead I blow them away with words so red, it
Lost at sea, so unexplored, tomorrow the wrold goes dark Bring you home, tell me why She lives to hear me talk about Where the dreams, they cry And hit
I would rather stay here Where the flowers bloom and the sun, it shines It shines on you It lights up your eyes Here we are by ourselves, counting all