Sticks and stones may break your bones
but words will never hurt...
Just how many masks do you have
3 or 4...
My dreams consist of nightmares,
Things I shouldn't see...
The first cut is the deepest,
That's not always true...
I sit there in my corner,
Because I am not a fighter...
If I Could Reach Her
Reaching out into the cold spring sky...
These are the last tears
I'll ever cry for you...
Blood veins and locked chains
The things you will have to cross...
I used to see you each morning,
when I awoke to start my day...
I leave the light on at night
Unless the stars shimmer...
Baby blue eyes,
Filled with tears...
Momma, help me please
I can not take it anymore...