Make a lake from your tears
Feel your insides bleed into the ground
Or acknowledge all your fears
May the truth rip you open
Like a moment of clarity
Hear yourself fade like sand
Or make music from the cold

Burn your dreams in the air
Like the fire in your eyes
Draw weakness from the crying
Or let yourself go without a care
Soon it will fade
But now in the present
May you feel the pain
And may it be unpleasant