Shake me off.
It's easy to do...
Smiles that make me melt,
Eyes that silently break me...
I can sit here and write about how lost and alone...
but it'll only get me nowhere...
Love is pain.
A ripshock of the heart...
Trail of tears reflecting 'cross the painted...
Thunder mountain echoes a Sedona lullaby...
You see the pain that lies in her eyes
But her eyes are dry...
Why not rip out my heart
replace it with something more practical...
The time I feared is past
My birthday has been and gone...
You look at the black eye,
Staring back in the mirror...
In my book there are old yellow
pages, with fading ink on...
I stem from roots where lands
never kiss the purity of rain drops...
What is it like?
To be the rain cloud...