our verses become erased refrain from turning back frantically uncrumpling paper flowers trying to save what has already become undone yesterday is gone - our photos will fade I plaster a smile upon my face save grace for those who fall behind
I know of nothing but the whispering in my head you speak to me in riddles while I try to unravel your thoughts but come up short you are a dreamer an artist's perfection I find my brushes and start to paint but you just won't be caught
she cuts out the little pieces of madness she believes to be hidden beneath her skin she sees the beauty in blood she knows freedom will come by letting go let go, she whispers my madness, let me go