Dried upon my face
these memories remain...
I wanted her hand, and got the finger
I step up to the mike as a sad sad blues singer...
Having you as my daughter has aloud me to...
All the love I have inside for you I have to give...
Stamed up window pain
the rain it runs...
I miss you like petals misses the stem.
Without you, I have no roots, no place to bloom...
We had too much class for Marquee on Vegas...
where gray pigeons from the street, painted white...
Its not that I don't like seasons
but I hate the way...
Lillies of the Nile I answered,
eating dulce de leche as we sat together on the...
Remember when you said
there was a dream inside my eyes...
Before you died you proposed to me
with a golden diamond ring...
With every word
that escapes my lips...
It may sound childish
like I'm still a school girl...