Dressed in ink smiles we stare back, Memories on paper lost to time. Happy visions gone by, Premonitions of time already lost. I hold the moments in my hand, and I wonder to myself, Would they recognise me now?
Maybe the darkest things are the truest things, Death, the redoubtable lover of all, the atom bomb Burns beneath cherry blossoms of closed eyelids, A magnolia grove of forever fasting lips of the dead, Pompeii and Hiroshima, twin lovers of rupture, Graves of the wind now, keepers of nothing and all.
There are love songs only my heart knows It sings them just for you And maybe they're not worth the paper And they're just my mixed up tunes But I guess that's love
I dance circles in my heart These words on paper I impart Silly little lines and mixed up tunes But I guess that's the way of love Because I can fly I can fly Oooh oh I can fly
I touched the top of the sky last night Found the moon And I wrote this happy tune He sang along Ya! It's gotta be love! Because I can fly I can fly Oooh oh I can fly
I thought I'd tell her yesterday But the words and the music got in the way Stayed up til the night was day It's gotta be love
I dance circles in my heart These words on paper I impart Silly little lines and mixed up tunes But I guess that's the way of love
I touched the top of the sky today Found the sun And I sang my happy song He sang along Yaa It's gotta be love
what must it be like not to be crippled by fear and self-loathing?
what must it be like not to feel hurt and tortured every second? to feel like everything goes wrong because of you? to feel like nothing will ever change when you disappear?
we swallow our feelings, even if we’re unhappy forever.
people walk out on us all the time. I don’t remember when things got so complicated. Or why it has to be this way.
But these are just feelings. They’ll go away right? It’s a matter of time.
Things will go back to the way they were . . right ?