I feel that one never stops Loving their past loved ones. The nostalgia remembers all the Times when you slept in their bed, When you first opened up,
I find it funny That I raised myself From the cradle To the grave. I never got a chance to be a baby.
There’s always a morning, But there’s the night, too. Every faith has a savior, But the devil always follows suit. There will be spring,
I feel under-appreciated. Isn’t that vain to say? That might just be my Napoleon co…
If I should die before I wake, don’t cry, For that was what I always wanted…
But I’m still a kid Only don’t tell my dad that. He’ll say, no, you’re not a kid And you haven’t been a kid in a lo… I guess that when I cry,
I could hop on a train. Grow akin to the screaming and whi… Where would I go? Far from here, from cold. Tell my parents my love,
Last year seems years away. Last night seems lifetimes away. This moment seems like a dream.
You know, I miss you both Like I miss my childhood blanket That I wonder idly about.
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
The wind Loves To boast of Fickle love, But my
Nights of chuckling After no jokes And Dancing without nerves Become me
I’m silently screaming Alone in the bathroom. The tears of a sinner Won’t let my fears go. I’m suddenly drowning.
Shambles: They hold my life together. I’m shredded into slices, Trying to hold it whole, And I wonder if anyone
Nobody wishes so Such as me To die quickly Or be mauled in Such a manner that
