Happiness unshared is a lie
just a cheap imitation of life...
Deep in a forest
crowded with trees...
Little Annie sits upon a wooden shelf
little black eyes stare out...
I lace up my chucks and I throw on a scarf,
Who knew these cuts would leave more than just...
She carves with such intensity
My kryptonite is burning up...
Painful memories I cannot escape
No matter how hard I try...
In a tunnel vision point of view
Still a step behind a happy ending...
Anxiety consumes years
of life without meaning...
I speak loudly. Clearly.
But you will never hear...
There are dreams we all travel
Some bring smiles and some fear...
Walking down the street
I'm nobody special to meet...
When a soul needs someone to understand
Even in the demon it seeks to find a friend...