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

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

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

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

You are my everything
you are there when everyone is gone...

Beauty
i stare into sharpened...

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

I lay here,
music running threw my head, lyrics filling my...

I share with
complete strangers...

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

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

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