I wipe the tears from your eyes
As your soul cries...

I sit
Staring...

Do you ever wonder
Where this life will lead us...

I sit here, with my cutlery of death in hands,
A blade in my left and sharp scissors in the...

Did I do it again,
was I worthless to another...

Small birds are oh so sweet
Perhaps it is true their not so neat...

He told me he loved me
Yet I wasn’t the only one he told...

What is it about you?
When I’m round you I crave you...

Cupid I think not
Stupid I believe so...

I can see a star, shining so bright
Who is that light which I crave...

Thruogh the darkness
no light shows threw...

They may be white
They may be blue...