Flowers bloom,
so colorful and bright...

So far away but yet so close,
I wish that you were here...

You chose to go the other way,
and that is quite alright...

Words mean more then gestures,
that I have learned...

It's not so much that I'm alone,
I have been all along...

You had me at the palm of your hand,
yet didn't want to see...

Sometimes I wish I could control,
just how I feel inside...

My eyes are precious, I love to see.
My skin is precious, I love to touch...

So dark and cold my heart now feels,
again again this happens...

If we could see the world, with the eyes of a...
we would learn how to care and treat each other...

I'm in my bed under my soft blanket, but my skin...
It's missing something, like something is gone...

Sometimes I wish someone would tell me the exact...
That way I wouldn't have to keep wondering about...