What a beautiful world, so fragile and fertile.
Pain filled the void when boy met girl.
He's a puppet to nature - one year later now so deeply and sickly in love it makes him hate her.
The average romanticized American relationship sinks; capsized when either side becomes a slave to it.
Conditioned, dependent, afraid to be alone.
He needs that feeling that he can't create all on his own.
He despises the fact she has a life outside of him.
It drives him crazy to think she's not insanely consumed with him.
Give her the guilt trip and maybe she'll quit living to stay behind his prison walls and lose all individualism.
Well this is happiness; masochistic torture.
Plagued by the decadent, craved for affection.
The needle digs deep to push contentment through his bloodstream.
It's drowned out; hollow - the pot-hold of a junkie.
If he could only hear her sing he wouldn't wanna break her wings but emptiness has such a warm, subtle sting.
She makes up for what he lacks.
Trapped.
He can't imagine life without someone like that.

We’ve rediscovered the long, lost art of dying.
Only the lonely resent angels for flying.
We're twisted, living off each other's sickness, like parasites.
This is paradise.
We’ve rediscovered the long, lost art of dying.
Only the lonely resent angels for flying.
Addicted, afraid to take control of my own life.
This is paradise.

What a beautiful world - emotionally destroyed.
Her became plural when girl met boy.
Between several breakups and plenty relapses routine comfort led to serious attachment.
Now every once in a while she forgets to breathe.
Terrified of losing him, her paradise is misery.
Too much faith in the life-saving knight in shining armor.
Now her knight's noticing the scars she can't hide any longer.
But they were her story way before he was.
It's gross hope to think that he could heal such deep cuts.
At first it felt so right, but after one too many fights he turned out the hallway light and all the wonder turned to spite.
So they sleep in the same bed with guns to each other's heads.
Dead to romance, boiling the blood that painted roses red.
Suffering from post honeymoon's disease.
Leeched to his whole existence, she'll die if he decides to leave.
Addicted to the way she feels when they spend time together.
Detouring the now in a childish attempt to find forever.
Despite the fact they hold each other heart-to-heart, you can't be that close to somebody without being so far apart.

Silence is is the most obscure sound I've ever heard.
Those lonely giant spaces in between your every word.
And maybe I'm totally crazy for holding on, but just cause I'm insane don't mean that I'm wrong.
Now that she's gone I can't sleep at night.
I barely even function right.
My memory's on overdrive.
Too hungry and too cold to cry.
Miss the companionship I once took for granted.
The way you helped me manage the partnership that vanished.
But I don't expect you to stay chained by the ankle.
There's so much world to see so fly free my angel.
I'm dying without you, but it's teaching me to live.
Heaven ain't something someone else can give.
It's all inside of me.

-Eyedea