Theoretically just poetry
I\'m gonna faint in reality
Heart too much to handle it
Mind too faint to picture it
Storm in July, I wasn\'t ran by
Can I run some more or stop now
Should I look around and wish I was blind
And this silence is one way to drown
The blood of my pain on your hands
The weight of my fate on my back
Far away to hold my hand
It doesn\'t matter if I want to
It doesn\'t work that way.