Blessed with an eye to see things as they are Will you draw me? Up there on the wall, looking down to us all You never saw me I found a pen and I outlined a life You never cried, I think I saw a tear Your eyes tell the tale, I will not ask again Now I see what you lost, nothing is quite the same By the love of my heart, cut my drawing in half For I think I'm like you, should you draw me Waiting for my eventful Farewell my passion, you slowly turn pale I will long for your warmth, make me feel safe I will not draw again, till I know it's my time I have lived a long life, should I draw me Morning's here, I must go Farewell Someone save me Did you give a crayon to the... Yeah. The bird fried it. The bird fried it. I'm weak. You're weak. That was good.