I’m so broken, And the glass stings were my façad… There’s nothing left to do. There’s nothing left to say. There’s no air left for me to brea…
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
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,
Flurries in India: Nothing’s impossible If life is a string Pulling me along.
You were the devil. I knew it before you did; And I was St. Mary With clouds trailing behind me. I gave you my virtue
Courage was not letting your broth… But preferring to die From their snide remarks Which shadow prejudice’s unkind da… What happened when they grew up?
Dignity is death.
Spring into fall, And we’ve all hit a wall. Love comes quickly. Sometimes, it grows. Summer, then rain,
I feel like I want to hurt, To show myself how beautiful this… The illusion makes me strong. I feel like I can’t get hurt, But I still hope for the pain of…
The blur of lighted cars Flying in a flurry down The highway at night Soothes me in the Most unorthodox way.
While I’m alone, He’s with her. While I’m crying, He’s kissing And rolling
I don’t understand. I don’t understand the cruelty The darkness The fear This choking feeling.
Perfection is an evil reflection On what is really real. Solitude is my gratitude When I am sad. Numbness equals oneness
It’s over. It’s okay. The parting is such sorrow And relief. It hurts like a crushing force,
I remember how I cried When they cut down Our tree.
