They put him in prison
for what he did...
Don't be clear, paint the mirrors black,
Hurt me dear, always turn your back...
Do tears have colors?
Blue when you are sad...
Have you ever been torn down
Where your self-esteem is gone...
Sitting, staring, unbelief
My heart is heavy, full of grief...
How ironic the barren field in Winter
Prevailing winds scattering bluebirds...
The ink that drips from the pen to the page
Forms words that will never be read...
All it took was a look
And your cover was blown...
I hate being the one to always love and then lose...
It seems as though everyone I ever need...
Haven't I told you
Not to wait for me forever...
These words are made of dynamite-
they leave static, blank faces...
I can't understand how u can pretend I'm not...
I would tell you how I feel...