There once was a girl who got up every day, the...
The first object she laid eyes on, was the object...

Hush little baby, don't say anything more,
Dad's a crackhead and mom's a who*e...

You are my secret song, a breathtaking tune,
You are my hit record, not sold in any store...

What does a bullet prove? -- a shotgun to the...
What problems are getting solved now that you are...

Made-up words and silly faces,
Blanket forts and hiding places...

Unsent messages. Forgotten dates.
Lonely nights. Twisted fates...

Mom,
I find myself too often wishing I was a cheap...

I saw you on a high shelf covered in a thick layer...
I was so lonely that it was in you I began to...