As the chittering grows
From the jittering bugs...

Poetry in motion
Is it a kind of potion...

This is my heart speaking
My emotions are leaking...

I try to smile
But the smile never breaks...

Everytime I see you
I feel all these feelings inside...

I'll run through you
Just like you know I can...

I want to fly
I don't want to cry...

Crying tears of blood
Watching the Grimm Reaper take off his hood...

He whistled down a lonely road
A road that no one ever walked by...

What if tommorow I die
Would you cry...

I must admit it really does hurt
I just want you to not realise how much...

The girl with the crimson hair
I can't help but stare...