Is mommy ok?
So many problems...

His lips are wet,
with her dirty blood...

I getting quite scared...
you don't see that I love you...

There was an old cherry,
who lived in a shoe...

My emotion,
broad as an ocean...

My razor
My friend...

I'm sick of myself,
I wish I were gone...

I need to be near you,
To hear you breathe...

He's said goodbye,
He's said he's sorry...

I want to help you,
and do all I can...

Into each life a little rain will fall,
but if you have a friend...

How can you do that,
when you are the best person I know...