كلمات Clouds

Are we really just a cloud, drifting pass you now? Do you even know my name, or the sacrifice I made? I've been dreaming of the passing of my brain, I'm covered in emotions you call strained. Blood sticks to your mouth and face, always on your face, the feelings never change, their quiet, always strange, I think that I've had enough. Just to touch the ground. I am falling now, don't let them get to you, I will make it there, through you