I see it clearly, but hate the sight
It stares right through with its beady eyes
I won't fight it, I don't fight anymore
What's the use
When we all flail
Like falling angels
And open sails
A face to face with the empty space
I used to own
The surface tension keeps me up above
The carnage beneath me
The tear and the rough
Ready to expire here
Frozen in the snow
Then would you see me
Buried deep below
Turning into stone, lost the only friend I've known
Tell me why you filled me up to drain me out