Lips are stitched and sealed
Words of pain are left unspoken...

I seek perfection
I seek recognition...

Can you see her standing there?
Breathing the cold air...

When I was seven,
My mother told me; 'life is hell...

Driven by fear
Every decision...

She sows flower seeds
On the desert's dry land...

I have fought my wars
Pounded on all those doors...

In my hands I'm holding a fragile dream,
I hold it tight for I'm going downstream...

I watch the water tumble down rapidly
Lighten up by the blue lonesome moon...

My psychologist
My psychologist said I shouldn't degrade myself...

Unwritten Letter
Trees swaying...

Just to see you smile again
Why are you crying again girl...