If only My tears were colors. There would be pink on my pillow And green on my shoes. There would be red on the paper
If I should die before I wake, don’t cry, For that was what I always wanted…
I remember how I cried When they cut down Our tree.
That’s why she died– Because she never let anyone hold… She didn’t trust herself. She didn’t let anyone love her Or touch her
I find it funny That I raised myself From the cradle To the grave. I never got a chance to be a baby.
You’re bleeding down my legs, Tangling me up in your fingers. I want to run my nails down your b… And sigh in your ear.
In the darkest night, A flower will grow.
The wind Loves To boast of Fickle love, But my
Without you, I feel the pain. The rain seems cold now. Thunder is only evil, And the sky is bare and pale.
Someone’s teaching me to give up. It’s like unrequited love, But we’ll break up in the end. I’m showing myself to give up When I see how I fall asleep in c…
In my house, You don’t ask questions. The whispers from mom and dad Signal you to a hiding place. In my house,
I am a plummeting plane. I see the clouds go past, And I close my eyes, sometimes, But I still feel where I’m going. Sometimes, I feel that
Nobody wishes so Such as me To die quickly Or be mauled in Such a manner that
Spring into fall, And we’ve all hit a wall. Love comes quickly. Sometimes, it grows. Summer, then rain,
Am I incurable? It seems so. I’m an incorrigible invalid Of the heart.
