Cry for the past
Dont bow to the lost.

Look into the soul of me
Find my fucking burning shame.

Quibble, rummage
I dont have anything.

Wipe away a teardrop
Than shout into the bonndocks.

Think about alone at night
Imagine it, this cant be right.

But here it is, I can almost reach
I rise my hand and feel the ache.

Its madness, Its madness
This longing is endless.

What I want, I dont know
Capture it or run off.