i twist and i turn
fast within life's chrysalis
developing wings

one day you will open your eyes
open them up and see all the lies
they have shoved down our throats
some people dream of blue sky's and butterfly's
I dream of sleeping pills and cyanide
see people are the problem
people and their words
the things they do
the way they don't see how actions hurt
we are blind to the truth
because we chose what we see
the whole picture might as well be history
and you wonder why your children die
cutting themselves up,
marking their arms with scars made by pointed lies
be honest with them
is the world beautiful
or should they carry a gun even to their own funeral

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•up the
wall... he wou-
ld climb every  night
again and again... • every
time he did, to the bottom he
would fall•fortunately aid came
quickly to where  he had lain... • on
handsome horses, sat  men moustach-
ed and tall  •   overhead the moon cried
sullen and grim•oh why  does he always par-
take in such foolish endeavour?•the men hurr-
ied back on thundering  hooves to save him
•he laid motionless  awaiting to be put toge-
ther•"we're the same,  both ellipses, she and i"
•same words he would repeatedly mutter
•"to be closer to her I will always try•only
then she would know that forever
i'll be falling for her"•

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The wind whispers in our ears
their last goodbyes.
As beautiful souls
around the world
begin to fly.