I'll walk down that hallway
and I'll feel the vibration of the bass
and I'll love that. 
That feeling running up my legs
through my heart 
and into my brain
where it matters. 

And I'll walk through that hallway
even though I'll breath in smoke
and I'll hate that. 
As you blow it in my face,
my anger,
and **** me inside
where it stings.

Sun streaked rain droplets
biding their time on the eyes of this train
Soon they'll dry
and be gone for today
But tomorrow will come anew
with sun streaked rain droplets

She piles her hair on top of her head,
a single curl falls,
on her shoulder it rests.

In awe, her sister, with eyes of pale blue,
looks up at the girl,
she wishes she knew.

The girl won't look down as she walks right on by,
tears are now glistening,
in those young pale blue eyes.

The curls bounce gaily,
as she turns her pretty head,
but her sister's already gone back to her bed.

A sound fills the hall of her young sister's cries,
a flow of remorse,
fills her own pale blue eyes.

A stroke of sweet innocence lays in her chest,
but that young girl's kind eyes,
put shame to her best.