The blur of lighted cars Flying in a flurry down The highway at night Soothes me in the Most unorthodox way.
Don’t cry Don’t cry Don’t cry Because it’s your birthday.
I was born of the Virgin Mary, Given life to rid earth of evil. Blood on my hands, Dirt on my hands, I’m akin with Christ Himself.
I feel like I want to hurt, To show myself how beautiful this… The illusion makes me strong. I feel like I can’t get hurt, But I still hope for the pain of…
He thinks I’m pretty And maybe too witty, That I was worth the fight. He claimed he’s so glad. I’m the best he’s ever had.
This feeling Makes me want to bless my friends… And find redemption in death. I want to stand in the rain 'Til my bones shake apart
He helps her with her blush. She’s surging red, Velvet and soft like a rose. Her mouth’s gone dry With his wind.
I remember how I cried When they cut down Our tree.
If only My tears were colors. There would be pink on my pillow And green on my shoes. There would be red on the paper
It’s so quiet. I feel soft. The winter hurts, So I burrow inside, But I forget how to
The grass was dewy. You carried me on your back. I could feel your heartbeat Through your shirt. I wanted you to be mine,
You’re horrible, And I hate you. But this is me. I’m the only person That I can’t escape.
Woah. The bright sky Makes me want to live, And the grass Smells too good to miss.
Then he said, “I never said I was… Then I said, “I never asked you t… Then we kissed.
It’s over. It’s okay. The parting is such sorrow And relief. It hurts like a crushing force,
