I lie in bed, and toss and turn as my hazy head circulates with vivid images of you.

I think I'm in love.

Or that may just be the drugs kicking in.

You're young and beautiful,
                         don't be scared              
     of being reckless and falling in love.
       Just run wild, and don't look back.

My mind full of hope and eagerness to travel far and beyond further than the eyes can see.
My body aches for those places I have yet to travel to.
My eyes seek those places unimaginably visited.
My soul searches for another like me.

Can't anybody see that I'm just a mess? A blue haired freak wonderin' the streets. Cigarertte in hand, blasting my bands and could give less of a **** about what you think.

Although her scars are displayed for all to see, when I try to talk to her, she tries to hide them from only me.

Hold me tight all through the night so I can feel safe.
I'm tired of all these tears, and the blood that seems to overflow the sink almost every other night. I just need you to tell me that everything is alright.