Small and translucent
I´m chasing shadows
And what does that make me
But a man that paints pictures
Of the one who will break me
I´m small and translucent
Naked I fall
The poor excuse of a man, pale
next to the one who´s got it all
I paint the pictures before me
creating thoughts as I go
Her and him on the canvas brushed from
this teenage heart, this inferno
Have you ever seen the dying half of the ones that are left behind
Have you ever heard them cry out loud with songs from their broken minds
Well I heard them cry out
Yeah I heard them cry out, when I
saw my pale reflection that day
He´s faceless and unknown
with her love he is graced
the root of her passion and he
is all I fail to be
But still this fire inside me
with flames she wont ever see
still I guess she has found it, the one
thing that she´ll ever need