Too many emotions,
floating through this space...

Silent tears upon her face,
Misting rain plays in ringlet curls...

You sit here
and tell me about numbness...

He's broken
He's BROKEN...

Do you ever wonder
how many people around you are hiding...

You told me shoot you
and it is something...

In this world
there is a light...

My story is moving way too fast
my life is flying past...

Just another teenage trend,
passing on the media breeze...

Little whitewash bench glistens in the sun.
Too hot for a day so cold...

Dandilion, waving in the wind,
growing tall amongst the green green grass...

Looking back at sunsets on adobe walls,
fishing for dreams in a field of stars...