You brush your hand across my face.
With a stroke as soft as feathers...

Its been three years since you died.
I didnt even get to say goodbye...

Cupid shot me in the ass
With his flaming bow and arrow...

My Mask
I wear my delicately assembled mask...

Who Am I?
I need to wake up...

For my mother...
Instead of someone I can be proud of...

Moon, Season, or a Lifetime
They drift in and out of our lives...

I need to hear those words today
And again, hear them tomorrow...

I love two people
But they reside as one...

Who Am I?
I need to wake up...