My Photoshop Tastes Like Beverage.
The sadness in your heart is carved from my own...

Bye, Bye, Butterfree.
Oh dearest nightfall...

Stormed in on a rainy night,
causing the flood to end in fright...

City of colour
I try so hard not to cadge...

With colored lights of gold rushing past my heart,
I feel the wounded sorrow tearing you to shreds...

Tangled Up In Me.
Forbid my heart to sing...

I'm Hard.
Childish ways support my background...

Falsified liars live in my past,
and tomorrow's day shall not last...

His smiles glisten
still to this day...

Hold On.
Personally it's a plan to kill...

For every child that has been beaten.
For every child that was once lost...

Your face not but a night light,
giving me peace as I sleep...