I hide in the corner with
my face covered and tears...

I wish I were an angel
I could sour up into the sky...

Depressed as the world comes down upon me
and darkens the sunlit sky into a ditch of hell...

The soft porcelain shine
of the moon above the glistening...

The best fruit in the world
a sweet candied treat...

I once knew him but now he's just a name.
My stomach doesn't churn like it used to...

Friends what are they?
My friends are like my...

I feel his touch agains my hand
as I take it my palms turn cold and sweaty...

The freshly fallen snow
chill breezes of winter...