The “gothic” girl you sit next to in math
Has old scars running up and down her left arm...
In the dark, things grow so old.
With no warmth to be felt...
No news is good news
apart from the car garage...
I go to church with a boy so I may learn about god...
I go to church with a boy so I may learn about...
A train ride home from the city calls on many...
Sydney is a big place and too busy for dreams...
You can not put us in a box.
We don't belong in your pigeon slots...
I am surrounded by zombies
in the darkest lobbies...
Heads keep bending down
Fingers move at a rapid pace...
Life is a masterpiece of repeating history
power, money and greed...
I can only see my life and not what lie ahead
for nothing really matters if it happens when I'm...
You call it sin,
Yet don’t see what makes me truly happy...
The history of walls
it's a proven fact...