It's the same old tired song; but for some reason, it has 
a different meaning this time. A glance in my direction, 
flicking sand in my eyes; I'm tired of smiling, of 
letting you win. My intonations weak, but my mind feels 
strong. We're taking strides next to giants; your face is 
forgotten. I didn't mean for it to end this way, holding 
all the cards in my hands. My melancholy blood running 
through my veins, my black heart pumping is finally 
returning to grey. Misunderstanding has now gotten the 
best of me. These burning embers are dying away. Don't 
look to me for answers, I've killed myself searching. 
Cover me in black and feed me to the world. Feed me to a 
world filled with liars and thieves; bound my hands, 
bound my feet, knock me on my knees. A dozen daisies 
destroyed and dead, molded over by the smell of content, 
in this place, in this time.