Dancing inside makes me sing. Music turns winter into spring. Dancing inside lights up my world. Lyrics give me wings like birds. Dancing inside all the time.
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.
Am I incurable? It seems so. I’m an incorrigible invalid Of the heart.
Why am I crying? I’m not crying at the loss of love… I’m crying because I never experi… True love. I wanted epic.
My broken heart Throbs dysfunctionally. It beats to a cracked rhythm Between dead, dead, dead And life, life, life.
You’re bleeding down my legs, Tangling me up in your fingers. I want to run my nails down your b… And sigh in your ear.
I feel that one never stops Loving their past loved ones. The nostalgia remembers all the Times when you slept in their bed, When you first opened up,
I don’t understand. I don’t understand the cruelty The darkness The fear This choking feeling.
Sam said, “Get over it.” As if I could Just climb a tree. Sam said,
Your love Was like driving straight into the… Your attention was like Lying in a puddle of gold. You were sex and fun and cotton ca…
When you taste your own sweet tear… Know I’ll be there. When the night becomes a friend, Know
I feel under-appreciated. Isn’t that vain to say? That might just be my Napoleon co…
Flurries in India: Nothing’s impossible If life is a string Pulling me along.
In my house, You don’t ask questions. The whispers from mom and dad Signal you to a hiding place. In my house,
Nobody can see the darkness in me, And when I go deep, I bring a flashlight to slash thro… The dark. I once used to frolic in light,