I think the woman is something far too resentful...
The poet is proud like a peacock, she knows she's...
You held me in your arms.
Time stood still...
I'm not broken,
I cut to ease the pain...
I am perfect, I am neat, I am wonderful and I'll...
Leave me behind and I'll tell you what I'll do...
It hurts so much
To look around at everyone...
I know a kind of evil
So cold and red...
To look at yourself in the mirror
& feel hideous...
In my life I just want to run away,
I feel this growing day by day...
No matter what I do,
I always seem to upset you...
I wish you didn't misunderstand me I love you dad...
Like rain tumbling gently from the sky
My tears drop sweetly to the sink below...
It doesn't matter how much cinnamon
I sprinkle in the folds of your smile...