Little girl you're a bird
Ready to take wings
and fly away to the moon

Little girl it's absurd
But nobody will love you
before you come to be
and bloom

There are monsters
just like there are men
And then there's your prince

You would know
what to do and when
You had your heart broken
and you haven't felt
the way you did ever since

That's how it is
Every teenage romance
that started with a perfect tale
that grew cold

That's why it is
You're one shot short of annihilating
yourself when you're old

Thinking why did you
ever believe in fairy tales
And did Cinderella
really ever needed a man ?

Why is it that
every love story has to be
about a winning girl
Why never a winning man
?

Guess you'll never understand
Everything beautiful
must be shiny and clean
And if you want to be
a pretty girl you better
buy that expensive cream!

Otherwise you'll get old
Just like the mother
nature intended
They won't like you
if you haven't bought
what they've already sold
And trust me
All of them will be offended
So easily..

Remember that this world
won't even spare your first mistake
You aren't a man
And that's enough reason
to buy you your share of hate



Be proper always
World will accept nothing
less than a woman who
knows how to be a woman
from the perspective of a man

I hope you understand
You can only be as much of a woman  
As much as they tell you
That you can


It's a mans world
My little girl.

puddle of memories
childhood rain
come again
i can't remember the names
of those
i should've forgotten
a long time ago

them ghosts
and tales of dread
keep whispering the dead
and I'm afraid
i've been made  
a wrong time ago

this place at this time
reminds me of things
i still don't know about
and i see nothing
though i was never blind
i could never see
what they had to show

it builds up slow
to break me down
my condition to wither
guess i was never meant
to linger
around the dancing clown
and laugh
when he tells a joke

breathing the last of air
my share is complete
and I am
completely incomplete
without a story
i can barely
swing without a tale


i'm so sorry
for words that fail
whenever I try to speak
i guess I'm only relieved
that you never have to
see me ever again

remember my name
that was all I ever was.

Stuck inside my own mind
I'm a prisoner to the slave
This pain isn't an end or kind
I have no friends in this cage

Turning pages before they burn
In six months it'll be my turn to cry

So let me grieve for a moment
For there'll be nothing left to feel

I wasn't meant to be
and I don't know why

I see the river flow into the sea
Is that what's going to be my destiny ?
I look inside the mirror
I can't find me
It's screaming at me
Screaming at me with all of its hollow
It's so empty
As if it has swallowed everything



So feed me your dreams
Mine were killed long ago
I don't know what this place means
I was never smart enough to know

Always searching for a tomorrow

Now the rain never stops
And my eyes are always blurred
I'm at the bottom sitting on a rock
Thinking about you and your world

In my own way
I'll tell you about my words

They never came easy
Until I was pretending to be hurt


Turning pages before they burn
In six months it'll be my turn to cry

So let me grieve for a moment
For there'll be nothing left to feel

I wasn't meant to be
and I don't know why



So let me lie
Let me say my goodbye
It's my time to die


It's my time to fly.

Oh, mother of manes
Tell me about your pain
Thy unnerving conquest
Is but a game

Roll the dice
And tell the price
Watch the bodies pile
Take a walk to hell
To claim your prize

Before you realise
The mythology
Metamorphosis




For in that realm-
There she frolics
With them ghosts and the dead
For that holly-holic
Alcoholic nightmare
Laid neatly on a bed
Of flames


Oh, you mother of manes

Me ?
I am

mesmerised by madness
A chaotic sadness within
Your head


Oh, my queen of dread
You are
In every withered poets dream
In words those speak
Loud enough
For the living to cherish

I must perish
Before she claims me
And another one of her lies

Oh,
and please don't tell me
It's that easy
To stay mad forever
Without ever closing your eyes.

was it so long ago ?
when i used to
dream till noon
dream about the stars
scream to the moon

i regret every scar
and hour
for bringing me
so away so soon

from that beautiful corner
to a dutiful mourner

is every seed
meant to bloom ?

I have a bad feeling,

I'm looking out the window watching two clowns having a go,
There's something in my brain that I can feel but I don't know,
Out there in the jungle my beating heart is about to **** my mind,
I've been in the dark for so long, I wonder if that's how you go blind ?

Sitting here for an eternity before the eternal sleep arrives,
I have these words inside my head that I just cannot describe,
I've looked everywhere; in the shadows, beneath my bed,
But I've never seen any of those ghosts well and alive,
There's so much to forget and not enough time to live a life,
Maybe it's just a myth we feed down their throats to make them slow,
I'm looking out the window watching two clowns, where did they go ?

I don't want to be near people, I've heard they bite,
From the trees and the animals, there's no respite,
Do you know what it takes to make a mistake that you made and can't pay the price,
Words are mightier than a sword, said no man ever cut by the ice,
Be wise, as wise men say--
Tomorrow or today, it doesn't matter, you own nothing anyway,
You cannot say, you cannot pray, like a puppet play the trumpet,
Served on a tray, it's upto them to count the bullets and pump it,
The world's not round baby alien, go ahead I said it,
I saw it in the newspaper yesterday, someone killed something to keep the demons at bay,
There was this ceremony for the hungry in the town,
I went around and found no one who wore a crown

I don't know if it's the song, but I want to **** myself,
It's been a year and only now I've learned how to spell,
In the tales I have every word so wrong and nothing to tell,
Come along for a ride and I'll describe it for you myself
There are so many lies I have lying around, my momma told me to sell,
But I don't care and I'm insecure, I'm sure they mean well,
If I had a penny for every time they shut the door, I'd buy my way to hell.

Can't stop me from speaking or repeating what is there in my heart,
When I was four I waited for the ice-cream man at odd hours,
Wishing upon the escaping stars for my wish to last,
It was all for nothing, not a good story, please don't ask,
Lease me your sight, so I can make sense of all the colours floating around,
The higher is the mountain, the faster will a snowball fall down,
Form around my ankles and bury me inside the white light,
When I was young I was bright, someone stole my light,
And now I'm allergic to the sun at night
It burns my skin,
All this smoke spreading through the air, I have to take it in,
I can hear it everywhere, the mystic voices inside my head those sing,
I feel so dizzy, somebody save me before I finish my drink,
Have you ever felt like titanic when it was about to sink ?
In an ocean of whiskey, that makes it so much more risky,
Floating zombies, reaching the shore, and killing all in their path,
Seven years of feeling itchy and finally the nightmare is about to last,
The vast emptiness I feel due to this stain on my shirt,
Bought it for free from a woman drunk in sadness, giving birth,
The labour of pain, the games they play before they go insane,
Vapours of dirt, clinging to the edge of your madness, pushing you down,
And you know, the only thing that can save you, are tears of a clown.

I wish all those wishes weren't his,
That there was something else, anything other than this,
That he wasn't how they claimed him to be,
I guess he just wanted to be missed,
And maybe nobody could see
Now he's missing from every place that belongs in arms of his.



Can he feel?

You don't.

Don't you feel ?

I don't.






Not anymore.








Yeah,


So now go and tell him why he can never make no friends,
To stop reading empty pages, the torment is not going to end.

Soon it's going to be so dark, what is he going to do then ?
Don't ask him, or he'll come along in, can't you tell ?.


What are you going to do when,
He tells you that he has no friends?
And how lonely he has felt.

All these years without any hope,
When he starts talking about the rope,
Do you think it's gonna end well ?




Maybe this is what they say
When they tell you to runaway
Before it's too late
And you're addicted to the wait

When there's no one to love
No one here to hate


When you've given up trying
So you're looking for a blade
And you see your sorry self crying
Looking back at you through the mirror
full of shade.



Don't you wish to runaway ?