Forget those alligator heads,
that crayon box filled with broken ones...

Lost love? Please, that's not what this is about.
I'm searching for true love, not dreading my past...

Tangled Up In Me.
Forbid my heart to sing...

Will you tell me of your life
and every single movement...

Your words belittled my heart,
your fears subsided in mine...

Ill respected heart aches lie within your chest,
beating frivolously, never ending pain...

Further down the tangled hill, lies broken bodies...
Tortured hearts slain within, solemn prisoners...

Nothing special about the name I wear,
if you're excluding my family...

Attitudes
belittled...

Speaking to my heart
I dream to feel your touch...

I can stand here strong, cold as stone
You can stand there blank, all alone...

City of colour
I try so hard not to cadge...