Eyes too blind to see, am i awake or still asleep 
with a knife your silhouette stands in front of me 
but i can’t find the wound from where i bleed 
or the will to wake from this dream

But it’s getting hard to be
Everything you want from me
i’ll sail across the sea
im feeling somewhat [bad word] and with my conviction i’ll flee

If the [bad word] is not you and the lies aren’t me
it’s the only way to define the lines we stand between
the words dont matter, there like glass thats shattered
that we have to crawl across to find our way…

hard to be
Everything you want from me
i’ll sail across the sea
im feeling somewhat [bad word] and with my conviction i’ll flee

if only you would beilive this is reality
This is my, my final plea

hard to be
Everything you want from me
i’ll sail across the sea
im feeling somewhat [bad word] and with my conviction i’ll flee

if only you would beilive this is reality
This is my, my final plea