Media and common sense
An influence far too immense...

High school heartache
And drama filled days...

I wait for you
To enter once more...

The visions haunt
And taunt my brain...

You smiled at me
And held my hand...

Life is music,
With so many styles and personalities...

You used to fascinate me,
hold me in my mind...

As all lie down and rest their heads,
As children climb into their beds...

All tears are drained
From my fearful face...

Most days I am brilliant purple,
Dwelling within myself...

How can you stand so tall
When fierce storms blow so shrill...

This endless cycle goes around
Taunting me with out a sound...