Me

Her eyes are soft, mellow still

I feel the heat inside of november kill.

I got a question on the rise,

Pretend you know me, rest is just surprise.

I've seen you change,

The here and the now

The past is like a window sill,

Only one way to go.

The autumn comes and leaves do blow,

The things inside your head,

I'll never know...

The colour and the shape,

Riddles in my hand.

So I throw open the windows,

Call out to you through the land.

Still bound to these chains,

I've been wishing I can break free.

My vision lies, I just don't believe what I see

Your stony stare stretches a thousand miles,

The crack inside your bleeding heart it's me.