If I had time Before the tears That arrive Every forth or fifth hour My thoughts Would be clearer My mind Happier Place to live less ideas of horrors And more Of wonder If I had time Before the tears Gather to fall Like A Mist Into Rain
You're not dead... Yet you're not alive.. You are a Winter girl, Oh what a surprise, You think its all lies, But here is the big surprise, You're not dead, Yet you're not alive The suicide note is the only thing to hide