Songs in my head, making me dance.
Like the leaves of the trees, made out of glass...
Pictures, flowers and April showers,
lighting bugs and lots of hugs...
Like a puppet
Being controlled...
I think by the way you said it,
I was meant to get upset...
I want to lock myself in the closet
I want to cry myself to sleep...
Can't you see I've got to go?
Please! try to understand...
He heard the brass ring,
‘though the bell was gone...
You danced
Spinning, arms opened wide...
I wish not to disturb you
my dearest friend of friends...
I feel like i've just woken up
from this dream that people call life...
Even time did heal those
Now only think small lines...
It is a day but there’s no light
I guess that would really make it a night...