Dark and dismal,
We wait in line...

Will I ever be good enough?
A question we always pounder...

Hearts are meant to be broken,
No one knows why...

I can’t live in this world,
Nothing but violence and fear...

I feel like I'm holding on,
to a broken memory...

I wake each morning a new battle,
one that I can't possibly ignore...

Sparkling eyes,
Oh those baby blues...

I’ve lost her,
My muse is gone...

I turn on my music,
And I start to breath...

I feel his head on my heart,
When it’s time to rest...

I feel as if I have lived before,
Such an old soul inside this young body...

We all have wished,
we lived in a Disney tale...