The Heart And The Shape — Crazyfists

Just went through your eyes, and the battle was fine. Couldn't stand to see you screaming. Now I realized that I might have been, part of the reason for your frowning.

And so I grew 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.