Why do i never get for myself
a hidden toy, tucked behind a shelf...

Today, you played with my hood
it felt so good...

When you ask why I'm grumpy
and i say i don't know...

Is there such a thing as
black...

The pitter patter on my roof
it's my proof...

God sent me an angel
who watched me through the night...

Where is that high
that false pretense...

Right now, if you asked me
if i was ok...

Nobody knows but me
this secret that i keep...

I know this is stupid, cuz i can't find the words...
i don't want to love you...

I stand here
and the world walks by...

I know
how it must have felt for Edgar Allen Poe...