Tomorrow cries for me
Because no one else will...

Pretty little knife
I'm putting you away...

Never hearing answers to any of my why's
"I'm sorry" is so fake when you HAVE to...

Tears drowned by the sea
Trapped beneath eternally...

Sitting here I find
While I'm old, everything thrives...

Crazy bus driver
I only want to go home...

Sleep totters away
Like an unattended child...

Studded with
Insecurities, and encrusted with...

All's a waste of ink need not have spilled
For these pages of remedy are now scratched and...

Revolted of this peanut butter atmosphere
And the exaggeration of summer fun...

You pitiful morons
Who love to beg in your title...

In the grey morning
They dance in the tickling air...