I was buried hundred of miles beneath the sea.
Pebbles of sand and scars eroding beneath my toes.
Stagnant air hanging between the syllables of words left unsaid.
The scars of those eroding too.
But I hadn't lost it all yet.
Screaming to an audience of one,
Etching my name into dead trees,
They flew away.
Into their cages.
They flew away.
Because they broke their legs from running.
But I still hadn't lost it all.
And then I feel between the scars,
still miles beneath the sea.
And while the moon was falling into your eyes,
You said you loved me.

And that's when I lost it all.