Her ice cold hands
and cold blue stare...

Pensive thoughts run through my mind
All the darkness is entwined...

I was standing in the middle of
A road so small and bleak...

Dont cry little birdie;
young innocent one...

I came so quiet
So shy and meek...

Our complex emotion is evident
not one-sided, false, or fake...

Have you ever heard of the aliens
from the planet of Yo...

Tortured Soul
I’m weighed down by a tortured soul...

There in the back deep depths of my mind
Lies a woodpecker tapping...

When you tell a secret
you really hope to find...

She's always just wanted
to run far away...

Set aside a rose for me
upon the dusty shelf...