Maybe, if you didn't cling to material things

Maybe, just maybe, you wouldn't have to suffer.

Maybe, I'm just in over my head

And maybe, this fire I tried to burn out, afterall, isn't dead.

Scraping my bones, to claw through the marrow, to seep through my veins

And I feel for you. In and out, out and in, lost in ink on my fingertips

Out and in, in and out, break free from the seams that tell me where I begin.

Maybe...Maybe...Maybe....

Maybe looking at the river, outside of my window

And begging it not to come to my door

Will wisk it away, and make my wings grow

So I can fly again, so I can breathe again, so I can soar.

I don't see the point of cellphones

But this is sacred to you

Cause when she calls...your heart beats faster, making ivy grow

Ivy grows, with its thorns so sharp, I can't pierce your heart.

And you wonder why the steam of frustration grows out of my weary eyes.

Maybe, maybe this will end

My suicide, on the inside, decaying flame.

Afraid to begin, to think my fire is tamed

Maybe it still sparks from within

When the answer, all along, is at the end.