The small child reaches down, down, down,
And carefully he plucks a poppy, red and black...

Down in a dungeon dreary, while Snape pondered...
Over a grisly and gruesome volume of forgotten...

'Rule Britannia, Britannia rules the waves,
Britons never, never, never shall be slaves...

I wish, when it hurt, I would stop wishing.
For when I wish, it hurts, and when it hurts...

You make me feel so happy
Even though you're blue...

In a haze of alcohol
I stumble to your bed...

I don't know what I'll do today.
Be miserable, I suppose...

You know what I've been through
You know how I hurt...

My fingers hid
In his dark hair...

You can wh0re yourself as much as you like
No matter what way you were in the past...

I wish he wouldn't talk to me
Except I wish he would...

You took me by surprise.
I saw you on Facebook...