I find it funny That I raised myself From the cradle To the grave. I never got a chance to be a baby.
If you’re happy, then I’m happy. I’ll be ok if you’re ok. I can’t die without you living. I won’t move on without you search… At night, do you think about me?
Woah. The bright sky Makes me want to live, And the grass Smells too good to miss.
There is no real romance like fore… There is no time or room to breath… But just the beating of their hear… Traps you. Like a rabbit hopelessly ensnared,
Am I incurable? It seems so. I’m an incorrigible invalid Of the heart.
I ran from you all my life. I’ve had problems, But that doesn’t make it right.
Nobody wishes so Such as me To die quickly Or be mauled in Such a manner that
The blur of lighted cars Flying in a flurry down The highway at night Soothes me in the Most unorthodox way.
In my house, You don’t ask questions. The whispers from mom and dad Signal you to a hiding place. In my house,
Flurries in India: Nothing’s impossible If life is a string Pulling me along.
Nights of chuckling After no jokes And Dancing without nerves Become me
I can’t cease to think about him. His bitter way only warms my heart… He frightens me and excites me. He always heightens my senses. He makes my heart hurt.
Not as ardent as before. I’m tired. Slowing down, A tail growing heavier and longer With each day.
Things I wish I could say Would be I miss you, I love you, I want to be with you,
If flowers could cry, Would the water out-spilled Also drown them Like a sloshing grave of Wet mud?