He dreams of starless skies on sleepless nights empty bottles fill his empty heart running scared he'd rather hide from the world than face something real the glass he draws against his skin becomes his savior pain and happiness melt and become one in his eyes scarred by the acid rain that fromed from the burning of everything he once thought he knew he's become so calloused it's hard to tell where to make the first incision through tearfilled eyes he finds the vain and ends his life