I was raised on an Ant Farm
Behind a clear glass wall...

I can still feel my heartbeat
Beating inside...

A heart and A violin
Have tightly strung strings...

If my heart was
The last one on Earth...

I'm a wildflower growing in a field
That's overgrown with lots of weeds...

If I was a snowflake
I'd have my own season...

Beyond her aromas of smell
And her soft prickly skin...

You are my rosey redhead
My bright red rosebud...

Oh how you linger on my tongue
Like honey on a watermelon vine...

I see the Reflections
But their not of me...

A broken heart
A lost soul...

I have a squared head
My face blushing red...