Let me write, let me write
So I can bid sorrow goodbye
Let me type, let me type
True to me and true to eyes

I'm sick with nostalgia
For past carelessness and freedom
When what I miss is what I need
What I need is what I see
But I'm bound by my own chains
To a ground of flames
And it's out of reach that
Brilliant helping wind
Too often I try to teach what
Destroys my mind's amends

Falling again
To hate of hurt
Just want to escape, I
Just need a fix
No man can grant
But any can try
Simply that would assist me
Simply that could fulfill my need
I love and I
Care too much, sometimes I think

But they deserve it
They've done more than earned it