When I can no longer bear
the ache of agony and despair...
Sometimes, sadness
is a weight...
This thirst reminds me
of winter...
These rocky mountains are now hers;
flowers - subtle myths of childhood...
There are things I want to say
but don't send them your way...
Every time i look at the mirror
Disappointment is what i see...
Reamber the time that I asked you out
reamber the day we first met...
She wakes up every morning
and plasters her face with makeup...
An old man making a speech,
a sad crowd standing up and clapping...
If you look inside their haunted eyes,
you will see the detachment beginning to...
The street lights don't hold us
anymore; there are only clouds and curtains...
Here, the night is calm, Marry.
The masses of stars and clouds are...