I am here writing this letter,
Feeling like I've never been better...
The ones we used to talk to
the ones we used to love...
You are a problem child - blame the past.
Blame the porcelain you broke, blame...
It doesn't matter how much cinnamon
I sprinkle in the folds of your smile...
I was never one to be afraid of heights,
but now I'll have to admit...
In August, the sky is pure
like writing freedom on a sheet...
I'm smoking my sorrow
I'm drinking my pain...
Sometimes I wonder if I'm only good for keeping my...
expressionless, not replying because maybe if I...
Happiness grows and comes to play
but draws back into a dark cage...
I'm more scared,
More scared than my wrist is...
I have very few friends,
I walk alone in this empty hole...
The street lights don't hold us
anymore; there are only clouds and curtains...