Caught in the sight of this papers white\\
I pull back the pen as I press the needle under my skin\\
Looking for some love hidden beneath this sin\\
Painted memories etched in this vein\\
Moments of misery left in this name\\
P.A.I.N. spells this pain\\
So I\'m running from everything including this life\\
Since I\'m to cowardly most nights to end it with this knife\\
Missing all those times I wasn\'t meant to keep\\
Except in this place where I\'m left to dream\\
The only moment when I\'m able to see\\
The horizon where I\'d like to be\\
Lost in those eyes always looking back at me\\
From the stain on this window pane\\
My glass shame\\
A poets insight on the insane\\
Caught once again in the sight of this papers white\\