The day it passes by
In a tune of pure dismay...
We check out humans like they are library books,
browsing past their skin with retinas made for...
That’s what they say but what really...
Have the facts been altered, or maybe even...
You parade your beauty
and everyone seems to notice...
The shining prince he was one of our own,
Gave hope to the faithless and showed the facts to...
Her skin is rough from the weather she faces every...
a blur of coming and going because she has no...
I look into the mirror
Who is that i see...
Sometimes I wonder
If some are born...
What Is Normal
Is It Me, Or Is It You...
Sleeping below my mother's heart
Sucking drops of love coming my way...
Little boy blue
with sagging jeans...
The voices and aromas
Arouse my senses...