The end of the rainbow.
Red lips upon mine...

Glass House: The Good Mother.
Cheapish grins across their face...

Is there not someone out there
wanting what I want...

Surrounded by stars.
Surrounded by these stars...

Ferocious fireflies soaring through the night,
giving off the most wondrous, bright light...

This is written for you,
your selfish mind...

Suddenly I'm torn down by diseases.
Life's slowly catching up as the fun ceases...

It's Not My Fault You Don't Think I'm Being...
Worship my every move and take in who I am...

Battled days have now passed by.
Causing the storms to selfishly cry...

My hollow place.
Vacancy unleashing the power held within...

I can't stand the silence,
the whimpering or pain...

Forget the chances taken,
as you set forth today...