The morning light shines there my bedroom window...
i walk in a daze to my kitchen...

The highs make you want to fly
And the lows make you want to die...

Its been three weeks
three weeks since you have gone...

I\'m left out in the dark
I\'m always kicked when you\'re down...

Poison oak, childhood bravery, when a telephone...
In Polaroid’s you were dressed in...

\\\"the world fcking hates me!\\\"
she screamed through the bathroom wall...

People often ask
"why are we here&quot...

The rain is cold against my face
the street lamps shine there normal color...

My heart was yours
but you left it one day...

Rocks may bend
seas may burn...

Your finger tips run across my skin
Soft lullaby's whispered...

I love a bird
he loves me...