The air is in the sky as you are in my heart,
and if it doesn't end how it should, then I must start.
Start to cry, start to moan, start to think of you,
every single day causes another shade of blue.

Light or dark, even mild, the pain is all the same,
I start to become lonely just as it came.
Start to wonder, start to feel, start to fall down,
start to wonder where I'm at, and if I need to frown.

Start to be sad once again, start to fade away,
start to wishing that I won't live the next day.
Because if I do then I know, it's another day without you,
I start to realize you don't feel the same way I do.

I start.
Yes, I start.
No ends.
Just beginnings of depression.
I start.
For you.

Things in my head are starting to fuel a flame,
a gray area mixed with blue, that puts my heart to shame.
Why did I even start to get hooked on you?
I couldn't resist your smell and touch, girl you know it's true.

I start to die in my sleep and I pray I do,
I want to live forever, but why without you?
Repetitive and low in ground, I represent a sick thought,
that maybe this is the end, as I start to rot.

Start to drop, start to crawl, I can't live alone or dependant,
but I've done it so long, so why's this any different?
I guess because this is the turning point, my heart just can't take it,
I could tell you I'm good, but no longer can I fake it.