Don’t cry Don’t cry Don’t cry Because it’s your birthday.

Flurries in India: Nothing’s impossible If life is a string Pulling me along.

Splattered you All over my body And flecks of skin Inside every crevice. I can’t get rid of you

In my daydreams, I used to be an acrobat, Flying through air Into capable hands. In my dreams,

I had no right To fall in love with you. All those times I promised you That I’d never fall in love again Were lies because I fell in love…

When you taste your own sweet tear… Know I’ll be there. When the night becomes a friend, Know

Like Augustus, I fear oblivion When I should pass.

In my house, You don’t ask questions. The whispers from mom and dad Signal you to a hiding place. In my house,

This feeling Makes me want to bless my friends… And find redemption in death. I want to stand in the rain 'Til my bones shake apart

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,

A tree fell in the park last night… I didn’t hear it go. The innards smelled of peppermint, And I felt the crumbling dirt Turn into ash in my hand.

I cried out to God, And There was silence.

I’m silently screaming Alone in the bathroom. The tears of a sinner Won’t let my fears go. I’m suddenly drowning.

It’s over. It’s okay. The parting is such sorrow And relief. It hurts like a crushing force,