Lirieke: You And I. We All Bleed.

We run light footed upon the wind like nights slipping away, or cold, damp air poisoned dream waking at any hour, and coming upon an open chair-open cell when i cry, ink filled paper to erase our dreams, ten floors away I looked down praying to open the window, open this window, it sealed my lungs, that's what they said ( we flow like butterflies in summer blissful morning) it sealed my lungs every last inch, and i missed your call while not waiting, ( we never open up to close wounds long left for bleeding) its always this way, always this way, its always this way ( let me bleed my heart, let me bleed my soul) nothing changes, the envelopes, their always empty, from all the words not sent, we ( let me bleed my soul) we all try to be heroes, but our capes have fallen off ( let me bleed my soul) so i stand staggered smile by a falling branch ( let me bleed my soul) so i try reaching out-die- with open arms (let me bleed my soul) where i sit pretending its not gone, but it never changes.