You'll find me here, with wounds razorblades heal...In OUR strawberry fields, pretending I-AM REAL...All these little hatefull things I let you do...Sacraficing myself for tears to bleed through...Without-you I don't matter, NEVER-will-I-live...Soon-she-said-after, Can you PLEASE forgive...In the radiant silence I'll whisper a huanting yes...& have stolen what is left for her again you'll undress...Yet you take into sollitude with the curtians closed in darkest of dark rooms...Its in the answer I-CALL-TO-YOU, come-to-with the twilight flowers in bloom...You'll find me here, circling in thoughts of myself...In OUR disbelief, Ive deluted all the emotion felt...It is my fualt & I understand now...In our sychronised lies YOU take the bow...My futile remains, of our stagnet dreams...In the strawberry fields of YOU, I FIND ME...