All I can dream about
Is sailing away...

She raised her arm and looked confused
Something was surely not right...

Lying on the bed waiting for my love,
Not to pick me up in lovers embrace...

Do you share in the constant confusion I find
When I pick up the paper and read those black...

This may just look like mincemeat
And it was once very much alive...

I want death to come the poetic way.
And sweep me off my feet...

Each day we turn towards the sky
Innocent voice sweet toned and high...

At lunchtime every single day
While other kids went out to play...

If I could be
Who you’d wanted me to be...

I think I want to die
Because I feel it everyday...

I wish I knew my weaknesses.
I wish that I could fly...

What is with the people in this world?
Who could really do that to a child...