Beautiful with your cupcake flower
We can talk and ramble to any hour...

I am bitter sweet
My words chosen quick and neat...

Morals changing
Darkness growing...

Why do they haunt me
They seem so recent...

Every little action I take has to be planned
Ever thing I see must be accounted...

I do not know my last good dream
All I have are nightmares...

I was so worried about you
I heard things that made my soul scream...

So quick we move
So fast and its hard to prove...