She's my best friend,
and my protector...

The city lights intoxicates me,
with uncertain qualities...

Hope
Wishful, Desire...

As I lay awake,
Blowing wind past my window...

Those little drug laced lines had me so wrapped...
I started falling for who I thought you were...

Her dyed black hair, painted nails and marked arms...
They always said she was different; she just...

I think about who I want to marry.
I watch him from a far...

I am the heart broken,
I am the misunderstood...

I am a writer of poetry.
And I am a friend when you need a hand...

I can't spend forever,
wondering if you're coming back...

I confess my unholy sins to the Angel of Regret,
I confess my unholy sins in the confessional...

I don't want to be cute,
I want to be beautiful...