Since you've
Degraded me
I now know better
How to do with out
Be good for Santa
I want presents
Which is your love

That's the beauty of life
Sometimes you detoriate and die
Sometimes you thrive

i'm selfish,
for wanting the eyes of everyone i met
or have yet to meet
to be only on me.

i'm selfish,
i don't want others to rise
because i know it will mark my fall.

i'm selfish,
i know.

but aren't we all?

If they've built a wall,
don't tear it down and
bring them into reality;
take a few bricks out
and sneak inside.

Have yourselves
a fantasy with a
bit of reality
seeping in
through the
hole you made.

There was an old person of Bromley,
Whose ways were not cheerful or comely;
He sate in the dust,
Eating spiders and crust,
That unpleasing old person of Bromley.

She faded into the shadows
        of the love
             she wished she could forget
She solemnly swore
        to drown herself
               in the memory of her regret
Her eyes burned at the sight
         of the lost love
             she'd erased years ago
Her thoughts wondered
         and traveled to places
               she never meant to go
Life attacked her before
         she was even ready
                to feel the pain
Love forced her into the storm
         before she'd even
                 experienced **the rain