I've written a hundred poems
I've written a hundred songs...
Explain to me how I knew it.
How I knew you couldn't hold on...
The way I stray so far from the truth
Is like cutting myself with the thorn of a rose...
So tiny was that little blade
Who would've known I'd keep it saved...
I walked into the room this morning
The same as I had the last...
I wake up from my slumber
My eyes weighed down from sleep...
"I promise I'll try harder
I really do," you said...
I will drive a carriage
But I'll also be inside...
They look in my direction
But they don't see a thing...
I walk around school with laughs and cheers,
but on the inside its all broken up with sad...