Words. Slowly slip off from me. You slowly slip off from me. Words. Helpless return. Diminishing unheard, and turn into ghost now. But I'm not speechless, am I? And I'm not needless, am I?
This is more than a confession. This is more than self destruction. This is unhealthy. This is unhealthy. Who needs me anyway? You whisper the greenish. Blue. Grey. Overcast tiny lights through silver films of dew. Sat down in sight under glass. But I am with you, inattentive.
I am with you. Under glass. Don't I care? I could so much more. Can't I care? I should so much more. I could care. I could so much more. But I am no one? Am I?
Track Name: Part 3
Tidal growth rings as seasoned as last year's a promise made. You made before. This faint line is going to stay forever. Is going to say you weren't there. When I'm asleep will you relapse? Will you return if I turn right? Where? Will you?