The Heart And The Shape

Just went through your eyes, and the battle was fine. Couldn't stand to see you streaming. Now I realize that I might have been part of the reason for your frowning. And so I grey the heart and the shape, that look that you gave, staring. At empty help me back to awake. And so I grey the heart and the shape. Now the bottle plays a little factor. Not the way I used to be, thankfully. I was disguising a different matter, now I engage in everything, infinity... Help me back to awake. There were sentences with no direction, those are pieces that I put away. There is sadness in the reflection, one long look is all that it takes.