I Wish I Could Fly too,

Pain makes the world slow down,

But you zip around

Hurdling toward death, so hungry to taste her lips

And feel her hands around your throat,

To slump back into that gentle rest, and fall forever

Never coming down, Peter Pan

I wish I could fly too

But by design

My soul does cry

And the pain eats, and eats and still

I am so, so hungry

And I cry and weep, and weep and still

I am so tearful

And I rip, and rip the skin but underneath

I am still so empty,

Underneath

I am still so empty.