I could not fathom the notion
That you thought of me too...
If there was a good time to die
It would be in February...
Life lingers beyond our fingers
to a place of disgrace...
Let me weep in this embrace—
if any embrace...
Even though I say it's okay
And I don't really care...
I once had,
everything i could ever possibly want...
Why have you let me down
When I needed you the most...
Yesterday serenity prevailed
and for a moment understanding...
In my childhood I spoke freely,
saying, Mommy, I love you...