I once had a soul but somehow I lost it Once had a life I sold for change in my pocket But even that's gone I had to buy gum Even I found a way to give all I had for baby's breath

Our flame is going out and we are coming to an end. The sparks that once created such light are no longer there. Our wick stands strong beneath wax but our flame goes out and it's left burnt and vulnerable, ready to break at any second, and we see through those dark times and know that we can still burn and we will shine on. And you are my matchstick and you have lost your flame also. All matchsticks burn out eventually, but I keep you in my memory because I hope that one day you might come back, and we might light that eternal flame, my eternal love. Matchsticks come and matchsticks go, but we always remember that matchstick that made our first flame glow brighter than ever.

The suicide of rain drops
All jumping out of clouds
Silent screams while they drip
Screams while they drip drop
Dead sounds a lot like plop
When you think like a rain drop

Going so fast but we're moving so slow Wondering if we'll ever reach the end of this tunnel Do I wanna die with strangers or is this supposed to happen I've never met anyone like you And it all comes back to you I'm desperate for passion with the first person I meet Lacking all self value I deserve My life is a window seat I watch all the beauty pass and I'm trapped on this train dying with strangers I've got a destination but I'm not even sure I want to end up there There's no such thing as a final destination We're always going other places I never want to know where I'm going to end up Just wanna get on a plane and live my life Why am I so incapable of love or is it I just don't want to I want to be needed I want something real Nothing I know is real except the world is pretty The world is really pretty