Eyries, the sky, too many angels,   Walk, on earth, too many people.   I come down, in hell.   Quiet and warm, this place is perfect.      For you an I, dumping a burden, rocks,   But there's a gap between us,   And I don't need fake friends.   Fake smiles, fake happiness, some fleeting joy,      That I don't have with you.      Sometimes, I sit,   Staring into the void.   Just let me drown, instead of    Taking me back to the shore,      Running out of time,   Weekend broken, but unstring,   I'll let her down,   And I will remain clothed   Let her down,   And I will remain clothed!      A friend's story,   That seems frozen,   Talent is what we had before,   True words unspoken, our mouths away from the shore.      I used to walk,   Round and around,   Before you showed me the way out,   The underground,   Security,   For you and me,   Life will never be,   What I expected it to be.   But don't worry,   I miss your cruelty.   I will suffer,   From the distant ties,   I miss your cruelty,   I will suffer,   From the distant ties,   From the distant ties,      I finally found out,   That you were not the one,   I was a board that runs out,    I should have searched from coast, to coast,   I wasted my time,   Counting all that waves alive at,   Made out of stone,   Made out of stone,   What a fish, I used to be.   Alone and alone and alone and alone and alone,    With my,   Self.