Looking at the stars feels so right, on this...
They take away my eyes so I sleep tonight...
They say your not cool,
They say you suck...
I once heard a stream
That rippled a tune...
If I was born beautiful...
I'd wear all the stylish clothes...
Beware the ides of march
could parch ones soul of baleful decay...
Grandmother's pearls, they never fit just right,
And that antique white dress wasn't exactly tight...
A golden arch way of flower scents,
Walk through to arms opened wide...
Guileless fingers, etching prayers on my face,
blotting out sunlight with whispers of grace...
They say when you cry it do 2 things
1. It'll release you from suffering...
In this world of evil and hurt
We are made to believe that we are dirt...
Falling, Falling,no one to catch me
Breaking, Breaking ,trying to hold myself together...
I am--as perfect as perfection could ever be.
I am--the poster child of the Tabloids stories...