The happiness above my lips is
something the fear in my eyes could not believe
The hands that painted me in those-
are near the edge of a dose.
Cuz who would I choose
from being me or loving you?
I put flowers in my hair and waited for the rain;
I let the sky cry for me,
I let my mind in obscure peace.
I lost every emotion.
I used to be the storm and now – I am the sea;
I am much more than before, much more than you see.
