Smudged the ink and made a picture,
I have nothing more to say.
Held a candle over my face,
And burnt my shame away,
Finger-painted all my walls
Just incase I disappear,
Left half-moon shapes on your back
Out of passion, out of love, out of fear.

Spinning a globe backwards doesn't change the path of time,
Taking someone from another's arms doesn't mean they're mine.
Lost myself a while ago, these dreams; they have no meaning,
I never end these missions sent for I don't know what I'm seeing.
I sit here talking to no one, not even I myself am listening,
This picture never formed a shape...

This picture has no meaning.