I thought that maybe if I cried
That maybe my tears would turn into rainbows
And maybe someone would see them
So I cried
And my tears turned into curbside rivers
And filled my head until the windows started to bend
No longer able to see anything at all .
Well ... that was effective .
So then I tried to find myself in old letters
From many years long past
But the lines of empty words simply reminded me
That I use to know what I do not anymore .
I tried to lose myself and drown in my own script
Maybe to rewrite it
But I can not explain how I can not explain
And have learned to contradict my own contradictions .