She lays in her bed,
wide awake...

It's come to the point that I just
Want to kick and scream while making...

For: My two brothers who died shortly after birth...
Big brothers...

Writing away my pain,
drowning in my words...

Footsteps washing away with
the evening tides slowly moving...

There are nights that I wonder
if I'm actually good enough for...

I stared out the window,
wishing for a better day...

[Verse 1]
Another Shakespeare tragedy...

I lay beneath the golden aspens,
and sways with the motion of the wind...

There was a place down a dirt road,
deep in the woods of the ponderosa forest...

This poem isn't that good, but yeah.
I'm a rose in the wind...

I don't want to run away to Malibu,
wine always tastes sweeter in the cellars of Nice...