Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North,
The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth;
Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,
The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.

My heart’s in the Highlands, my heart is not here;
My heart’s in the Highlands a-chasing the deer;
A-chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe,
My heart’s in the Highlands wherever I go.

Farewell to the mountains high covered with snow;
Farewell to the straths and green valleys below;
Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods;
Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods.

My heart’s in the Highlands, my heart is not here;
My heart’s in the Highlands a-chasing the deer;
A-chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe,
My heart’s in the Highlands wherever I go.

When you're 10 all you wanna do is wear those high heels,
those adult clothes, the make up to cover up,
all you try to do is grow up and time speeds up,
with no pause button, no rewinds,
You simply run out of time.
Before you know it you'll have that cigarette in your hand instead of that doll,
that short skirt instead of those ripped up old blue jeans,
You'll have mascara running down your face trying to figure out how time took it all away.
Before you know it you'll be exactly where you were when you were 10 but everything and nothing feels the same.

I breathed in red,
but let out blue,
the crowded room still empty.

Cold and bitter no matter what
while their nearby fires burn.

Isolated all the way,
until I reach the bottom,
because I know nothing more
than a world that’s full of sorrow.

And as your hands still reach for me
I’ll push and push you further,
until you see that I am barren,
that I’m just an outstretched winter.

And though your summer tries to warm me
I fly, I am a bird,
but fly away from your good weather,
and straight into the storm.

As the sunsets you turn away
like all the others have,
I feel regret inside my soul, but still emotions masked.

The worst kind of feeling
Is when you see someone that you used to miss,
But you've used up all of the missing you have left for them
Anymore.
And all that remains is just a sad, hopeless kind of
Emptiness.
A pang of what could have been and should have been.
But isn't.
You've given up but you can't fully let go.

I don't miss you any more.
I hate what you did to me
But I hate what you still do to me even more.
And if you tried to love me again I would resist,
For a little while.
But for now when I see you my heart does not flutter with nervousness,
It just drops.
There's a hole in my heart thats always been filled
With some kind of emotion for you.
But it's just empty now.
And more than anything I just
Wish things were different.

New
and probing inquires
the morning hand of purpose
undiscovered
to unfurl the next day
from curling leaf hid
in tight green
we
         turning
         gninrut
         turning
spin a perfect helix
to catch breath
in a web
of
                     light and eyes
the blue and wide
restless as tide
swift as dawn
yet
fragile as the quiet

Oh meet me on the highway, baby
Where the Sun meets the ground
Oh see me in the subway, lover
When no one's around
Because there's no need to put up a fight
There's no need when everything will be alright

Listen to my words
Floating through space
From my mouth to your eardrums
It's an open and close case
It will all be as easy as apple pie
When you come with me
To the place where the dead never die
I promise, I'm most definitely certain
There's no doubt in my little mind
That when it's all done and they pull down the curtain
There's nothing we can't find