The only thing I know is that
we, all, are broken...

On an Sunday morning, when the crisp fall air...
"Such were the days when once the memories of...

My heart beats less and less for you.
It feels as if it'll soon stop...

I kneel to pray
for this mind of mine...

one night
it dawn on me...

Outside my house, a kitten plays.
It chases birds throughout the days...

The witch in black has cast a spell
To bring to Earth the worst of Hell...

Are you a thorn or are you not?
You sting my stress away with just a touch...

I feel you beating slow
Don’t give up just yet...

No, no, no...
I went left then fled as if I were I bird...

Inside of this huge mug I call my world
I am the size of a small bug...

Maybe the stars were out of my reach,
exactly how you used to preach...