He's as fragile as porcelain
So easily smashed...
They say that to write a great poem,
or a great story...
Life came crashing,
time ran out...
4am in the morning,
playing with matches...
Trying to stay busy,
trying to be happy...
Ceiling
Is the last thing...
This is the last time
I write about your love...
Juggling pills just to try and survive
deep down in the dark...
A girl with no name sunk without a trace,
as she jumped from a world...
I'd bury my face in your shirt
and mumble something...
I'm sick of playing all these games,
a game of ghosts beyond the door...
Crazy dreams wait until dark
and haunt me when I'm...