Death Took MeI breathed in what I knew would kill meI took my death.and death,it took me
All She Wants To Doall she wants to do is lay next to you in your bedbut she can'tso she thinks about the stars out tonightand trys not to long for your bedall she wants to do is bury her head in your chestbut she can'tso she waitsand waitslonging takes it's tollshe goes back to wondering about the starsuntil her little body turns cold
My Dream Not SoI have a dream...About a hundred or two.And they seem to revolveAround one person- You.I want to get married,To have a few kids.Then smile at the cameraKick back, and live.In all honesty though,I have to admit-I want to have freedomThe chance to just quit.To see the whole world,Ten countries or more.And fly through the mountainsWith dangers galore.If I can't have thatI'd certainly settleNear someone who listens,But never would meddle.And if I couldn't-Have something so small,I'd rather have youThan nothing at all.For in this thoughtfulYet sad strand of rhyme,I just have to realizeOne dream at a time.So I'll go watch,See you living my dreams.'Cuz nothing is right in thisReality it seems.
PleaseI want you to love meA little like I love you.Like lovers kissingFor the first time thatIt sets the world on fire.And I plan to burn downWith it because I keep failingTo realize that I'm more thanJust a body for you to touch,A body for you to hold.You arms around my ribsMakes me feel so fragile,But so safe that I could notPossibly break while youContain me.And I can feel you hand slippingFrom mine even though I begYou to stay because I hateThe word goodbye and howYou look as you walk away.Please,I want you to remember meWhen you arrive.And I want you to remember meWhen you leave me behind.
The Perfect FacadeHave you ever made the perfect facade?You start by laying out all your sadness and miserythen roll it in somevery convincing liesWrap it in good gradesand smother it with"friends"Now put it in the oven on 350until it is a happy golden brownOnce cool, sprinkle on somefake laughs andmost importantlyfake smilesthat never reach your eyes
The Leavingpaper cranes lay scattered across my bedroom floori've done a million folds in the memory of homebut not a damn one will make you love me moreso I lay on the carpet with my memories; all alonerolling down the highway in a truck made of rustsinging along to every unknown song on the radiobecause one day these moments will turn to dustand the tuneless memories will have no where to gothe scenary is a masterpiece of greens and yellowsa hundred thousand paper flowers paint the sky blueI made the same wish on every shooting star that rosebut not a damn one will bring me back to younow the water is ice cold and the air is crystal clearwe've left that town for this moutaintop of beautymy paper cranes found somewhere to soar out hereand you're still whispering the name that belonged to me