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
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 lost my innocence On a king-sized sheet With four posters And the two of us. Just the two of us
The grass was dewy. You carried me on your back. I could feel your heartbeat Through your shirt. I wanted you to be mine,
The devil’s in my midst.
You’re young. You’ll feel better. You’ll get better Eventually. So much time to feel better.
I find no release. I die. I die, Yet I’m not free. Not 'til I die.
Let my joy be a promise To my future self Who is so beautiful Even if she isn’t pretty.
I wish I wish I wish I could swim in oblivion. Have a tummy full of pills.
Dancing inside makes me sing. Music turns winter into spring. Dancing inside lights up my world. Lyrics give me wings like birds. Dancing inside all the time.
Last year seems years away. Last night seems lifetimes away. This moment seems like a dream.
The tissues know something. Even the mirror knows. My music knows it And especially my pillow. My books can see it
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,
Not as ardent as before. I’m tired. Slowing down, A tail growing heavier and longer With each day.
Woah. The bright sky Makes me want to live, And the grass Smells too good to miss.
