I find comfort in torn shoes,
more than I do when...
I sometimes wonder
why Saturday nights always...
I"m the forgotten child nothing, no-one...
i'm hated by my brother even after everything i do...
They live with little happiness that quickly hides
But still bear beautiful smile and sparkle on...
My arms sway like a willow tree,
in the cool summer breeze...
She lays upon those fallen broken wings and yet...
To stop her pain she makes 3 more of her each...
I stood right there,
with tears in my eyes...
Chemical in my system
Effecting my brain...
Replace the blade with ice
Feel its coldness sting my arm...
Thank you for the flowers
you sowed in my spring backyard...
She holds a paper in her hand,
and tries to explain herself...
Ice is getting thinner
It is starting to thaw...