If all the world is a stage,
Then I set up quite a show...

I was found on the streets,
Looking almost half dead...

The trumpets sounded,
A glorious hymn...

I'm sorry that I love you,
As much as I do...

To feel or not to feel,
That is the question...

Am I the only one,
That looks at the little things...

There is a place,
Full of wonder and desire...

What if every time you inhaled,
Was one step closer to the death...

I send this letter to you satan,
Let's make us a deal...

Come close, my friends,
Let me whisper in your ear...

Something happened to me,
and I wanted to share...

Laying beneath a blanket of stars,
Gazing curiously into the night...