Who will save me
when i'm drowning in the rain...

You never asked
so I never answered...

On the silent lillac breeze
comes the promise of sweet dreams...

On a desolate plain lies a quiet girl
in her heart is pain...

The queen of nothing has not a heart of gold
but one of cold...

Dying is a touchy thing
that is exposed when one sees pain...

You're the brightest colour crayon
in the box of monochromes and pastels...

Come talk to me
as soon as you're clean...

This poem (song) is by the user stormyangel. she...
Amazing...

Floating through the velvet cotton
that you keep stuffed in your brain...

Drowning in an ocean
made of fear and doubt...

Jane's standing at the mirror
looking at what she sees...