Sometimes I wonder If somebody out there Also feels the way I do. Does she make others laugh With her cosmic gags And novel flops? And at the end of the day Does she ever feel sad Down, broken, And alone as ever?
Someone once told me Whenever I was lost I should look to the stars They would guide me home But where are they tonight? The sky is cloudy and grey And no stars are in sight Why aren't they here? When I need them the most I'm so, so lost and I need them *I need them to guide me home
My tears have made puddles, which then turned into oceans, until there's no more land. I didn't make a boat. I thought it would subside, but now I'm drowning in the rising tides.