Just went through your eyes, 
and the battle was fine. 
Couldn't stand to see you streaming. 
Now I realize that I might have been 
part of the reason for your frowning. 

And so I grey the heart and the shape, 
that look that you gave, staring. 
At empty help me back to awake. 
And so I grey the heart and the shape. 

Now the bottle plays a little factor. 
Not the way I used to be, thankfully. 
I was disguising a different matter, 
now I engage in everything, infinity... 

Help me back to awake. 
There were sentences with no direction, 
those are pieces that I put away. 
There is sadness in the reflection, 
one long look is all that it takes.