Vicious cycles lead to speaking-
talking in circular ways...

I think I'll define for you failure,
such a simple little word...

Fairytales are pointless
when the grass is never green...

Fall out.
Fall through...

There is true beauty
in these tumbling red leaves...

Little helicopter leaves,
twisting; twirling; falling down...

I can't sleep,
so I can't dream...

The song of the silent
often goes unheard...

Ripped apart at my seams,
watch as my dreams turn to ash...

On the shores of a faraway place
does my love show its lovely face...

Remember little Miss Mary Jane?
The small girl who sat on the bathroom floor...

In a corner of the universe,
a place where the young can touch the stars...