I want to love him, I want to care
But my mind keeps telling me he'll never be there...

The putrid little fairy
sitting in a tree...

I shiver
When you say my name...

The morning mist below the trees
high above the faeries knees...

One wish
I hate it that you’re gone...

The wet streets of broken depression
The rain softly tapping the tops of our heads...

A picture’s worth a thousand words
Though words cannot describe...