With eloquence, I take the stage;
A mimic of the truth.
To turn the tide, you turn the page,
On all mistakes of youth.
To pacify this lonely heart,
You travellers must halt.
I lock inside a shell and start,
To feel like it’s my fault.
I fall into the ocean; deep,
Inside my weary head.
I dream of days that I won’t weep,
Until I go to bed.
Help me see the light again;
I’ll love you like my only friend.