Strain, bite away at what remains of this daze. A tear, shimmery, is shed as a new day awakes! When words speak silence and you can only say it with tears. And although my voice spoke truth, I know my words meant nothing to you! Just a simple touch! (touch!). Sound, wash away, deserted images replayed. A thorn, sharp but shallow, as a new day awaits! I know my cries were silent to you! And my tears meant nothing, nothing! Just a simple touch! (touch!). Flower, if I could uproot you, I'd keep you for myself but you wouldn't survive in a vase on a shelf. Gently. and still I can see you withering away. Wit(h)her. If I could only be.