You try to get away from home again
But out there on the road, they find you...

We are faced with cultural confusion in relation...

Music is produced by our souls, by our internal...

Been a while since i let the ink
brush against the sad, sad white...

You know I once wrote a letter to you
I don't know where it could have gone...

I feel alone
where did everyone go...

I see the true colors shining through
In this dimly lit world...

I haven't known you very long
but i can see into your heart when...

I fantasize about hanging myself in the shower
i'm not afraid to die...

I wish i loved my last one, longest
different...

Haha,
so you did like me all the while...

You were a cute little girl
thank you...