Lonely World
Take away my rainy day...
Longing for someone to understand...
One tender word, the touch of a hand...
"Have you taken your Pills?"
"Yes"...No..I haven't really...
Destination nowhere
your brain's new address...
Crouch down low
constantly rocking...
"How can you tell me that
you don't feel anything?"...
I hurt myself today
so I could get away...
Sitting at the table. Coffee cup in hand.
Listening to rainfall, gracefull as it lands...
There once was a monster whose fir was black as...
It was said that he was quite scary, gave people a...
Everything has changed.
For the better or worse...
There's something nostalgic about
dimly-lit roads and faded footpaths...
There were days when my hands were cuffed,
for fear they would succumb to the mockery...