How can it be a crime?
To try and set words to rhyme...
Another dull and darkened night
My hands are folded in perfect unison...
The rhythm
the rhythm...
This cloud
Can feel invisible...
Always...
I'm lying around...
It's been four years
Since I've been home...
It's long...get over it...
I wrote this for my step mom. She read my diary...
I wrote something down...
Began the growth of a tree,
from acorn, to shoot, to root...
So full of yourself, you think you are so cool.
I see you as nothing more than a fool...
If I died tonight
Who would cry for me...
In the stillness of the night,
when the sun begins to hide...