Can't you see
you're annoying me...
The Blue Boy is a pitiful thing
Coiled up in a little tin ball...
Morning light
Spills in through...
Why is it the higher we reach out, the lower the...
Leaving us buried under hope, with nothing at all...
They say the worst is yet to come,
but I feel like I've been to the bottom...
Slowly I'm becoming somebody I don't want to be,
Like a rose with a million thorns it's growing in...
I lean over the window sill
i was there sitting still...
Writing in her diary, spilling out her entire...
every drop of ink lets out her hidden pain...
He tells me I'm my own worst critic...
But how can I see past my own imperfections...
I live in absolute admiration.
In a land of dreams...
Nothing but a cloud.
Slowly floating across the blue sky...
I found a paper today
Wrinkled and yellow...