Perfect in your imperfection,
Sweetness in your indiscretion,
Tainted by the blackened world,
A diamond in the unclaimed murk. 
A friend to me (I'd dare say more),
More a woman, less a *****.
What more could youth want to entail?
Your soul so strong, your heart so frail.
Sorry won't be necessary,
I've learned that lesson and very rarely
I'll lean back in to a memory
Lost in the past, barely ready
For harsh reality's mortal slap:
My own idiocy, my own relapse.
I play with your sisters, you choose not to care,
I'll always be sad and I know thats what's fair.
I've learned to accept my own downfall,
I've asked you not to write or call.
You're in my heart as long as I breathe,
The many memories that will never leave.

My soul, my lifeblood.
My dream centre, my chasm of magic
And wonder adorned in
The fabrics of my thoughts and ideas.
Bask and gawk at my truth and scars,
Be warmed by my hate and love,
For my soul is purely mine
And no man woman or child
Could ever reason to take something
So precious to my own self
As my immortal being.
My soul, my lifeblood.

****** up to 15
Never had a chance.
Daddy issues 
Trust problems
Sadist in a corner
Lookin pretty
Lookin tough.

You're just a ***** by nature,
Immune to change.
Maybe a man can mend you
But for now you'll stay the same.

Smart with no money
Emotionally draining
Child at heart
With a grandmas personality.
Break you, bend you,
Make you mine.
You may say you're done
But you're far from fine.

You're just a ***** by nature,
Immune to change.
Maybe a man can mend you
But for now you'll stay the same.

Now you're Brooklyn's problem
With you're whole life ahead.
You may cry and cut yourself
But you're old enough to make you're bed.
Sad because I loved you,
Though I won't admit it.
You're a stones throw away
From a place in my heart,
And even though I care
I guess there's no going back to the start.

You're just a ***** by nature,
Immune to change.
Maybe a man can mend you
But for now you'll stay the same.

Why doesn't the stuff in pretty bows
Make me feel good 
When they're worn by pretty girls?
Mother taught me many things but never how to love.
Why don't butterflies reach my stomach
When I hold a lady's hand
In mine?
Mother taught me many things but never how to love.
What makes a father want to leave
Or a lovely lady cry
When she hasn't even been struck?
Mother taught me many things but never how to love.
What's the medicine in glass bottles
That makes the pain 
"Go away"?
Mother taught me many things but never how to love.
What do you say
When mother lay
In a wooden bed never to wake up?
"Maybe it's because mother never learned to love."

Find me a hole 
Where the red wind blows
And the glitter turns to gold.
Find me a place 
Where the red wind breaks 
And the freedom never strays.
Find me a house
Where I can hang around
And wrap the red wind round.
Find me a field
Where the evil yield 
And the red wind serves the meals.
Give me the trees
Where the red wind leaves
So I can rest with ease.

Pardon my sins,
Forget-me-not,
Pretend it's all over.

Friend, lover,
Woman of mine
I don't mean much anymore.

Lost dream on a setting sun
Lost cause in the long run
Remember me as I was.

I won't say goodbye,
Your all that I want
But I'm not who I was anymore.

You were mine once,
I want you again,
Lover and friend.

I'm still the same boy,
Through apples and oranges,
Just be mine forever and always.

Restless eyes batted senselessly keep me awake.
Numbing illusion grabs hold of my feeble mind and I weep at the thought of my own destruction.
"Savior, savior, where art thou?
Hast thou left me to my own devices?"
Trouble, trouble, all around.
Madness wreaks my daunted mind
Shadows leap the unkept room
Dance back to canto ye demons of old!
Ravishing through the harrows of an untidy brain
Checking for sanity, what little remains,
The pace quickens
The plot thickens 
It's madness in the mind of a passerby!
I see a helpless fellow,
Whose wings are too heavy to let him fly
And his heart too weary to let him abandon his own mortality.
Fool, I say.
Fool for being so careless, where he puts his love. 
Should be kept in a sacred jar
And locked away.
"Nay nay" stranger overhears,
"My heart was right
My heart was just,
I must fight to win what I call mine for love is only given to those who fight for it."
I let him live his fantasy,
Poor boy who committed too many crimes and only wants more chances.
However, I think, persistence is rewarded to those with justice in their hearts.
I think it not too heavy after all. 
And then I wake in the treacherous night
To realize that the boy
Was me.