is that the soft? the redness of ambition; i was never too smart to compare and contrast the intricacies of life
to me, it is all just a tangle of nouns and verbs but, i swear that i am right i am the everlasting -- if not in strength, then in need purpose sincerity
are the scars that mar my skin not proof enough? do my colors not illustrate my rites of passage? the beauty of desperation is not lost to the artists
will i die the same way? the life expectancy of a broken heart can not be measured in anything other than a multitude of palpitations
i hear the song that brings me closer to that shock of a moment why are all the fanclubs based in california, or somewhere in the midwest?
i can't be beautiful like sunshine on palm trees or the grace of sub-zero snow