God, is there something on my skin?
It feels like it...

An ebony box lays hidden
deep in a chamber in the dark...

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

The letters you wrote
are burning on the floor...

This stupid world
they don't care...

What if our dreams are but imagined
and our nightmares always real...

Just another night
with more tears...

Broken walls
broken hearts...

My God, I haven't written this way in a long time.
Not in a long time, no, not me...

Falling into permanent nasuea,
a little blood, a couple lies...

Too many things I need to do,
overwhelmed by reasons to live...

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