-Addict With A Pen-

HelloWe haven't talked in quite some timeI knowI haven't been the bestOf sons, hello, I've been traveling in the desert of my mindAnd IHaven't found a dropOf lifeI haven't found a dropOf you, I haven't found a dropI haven't found a dropOf water

Water

I try desperately to run through the sandAs I hold the water in the palm of my hand'Cause it's all that I have and it's all that I need andThe waves of the water mean nothing to meBut I try my best and all that I canTo hold tightly onto what's left in my handBut no matter how, how tightly I will strainThe sand will slow me down and the water will drainI'm just being dramatic, in fact, I'm only at it againAs an addict with a pen, who's addicted to the windAs it blows me back and forth, mindless, spineless, and pretendOf course I'll be here again, see you tomorrow, but it's the end of todayEnd of my ways as a walking denialMy trial was filed as a crazy suicidal head caseBut you specialize in dying, you hear me screaming "father"And I'm lying here just crying, so wash me with your water

Water

HelloI haven't talked in quite some timeI knowI haven't been the bestOf sons, hello, I've been traveling in the desert of my mindAnd II haven't found a dropOf lifeI haven't found a dropOf youI haven't found a dropI haven't found a dropOf water