Go ahead, write.
It wont bite.
Heartbreak will hurt a slight,
pain and suffering might,
but when you write?
Oh it wont hurt, alright?

No no no, don't think I want to fight.
I just want to write, write, write!
It's fine! It's right!
Pick up your pen and write.
Tonight!

When I write,
I feel like I might...
Get up and dance tonight...
Or maybe howl with with wolves,
or maybe fight?
Well, in my head I might.
As long as after and before, I write, write, write.

You have sorrow? You have fright?
Go ahead! Write, write, write!
The words will flow, and hey! You just might,
Flow and grow with the things in spite,
Of all the reckless things that make you bite.

You know your reasons,
and you know your might.
You know your hallow,
and you know your fright.
Do you know whats waiting?
Do you know tonight?
All the dreams you've been dreaming can come to life!
What's that? I'm crazy? Thats quite alright.
Pick up your pen, and tell me why!
Just as long as your right, write, right!

I remember
Wine in solo cups.
lights in May
and smoky breeze.
bodies sliding
in the cold wet
with Lights
in the sky.

Dreamlike,
Druglike.

I remember
sweet, burning
water
down
my
throat.
Fire
falls into
the pit.

Dreamlike,
Drunklike.

I remember
darkness in the
light.
Light in
Nakedness
and soft embrace.

Dreamlike,
Fading.

I remember
kindred spirits
together in
fragmentation.

Dreamlike,
Gone.

Ranting at the stars one night
I fell in to a hole
I should have looked where I was going
I might have saved my soul

Screaming, screaming, screaming.
She sunk further and further down under.
The deeper she got,
the more entangled in her lies she became.

Fighting, fighting, fighting.
She had been in constant combat mode.
But the struggle was only halfhearted,
the end was inevitable.

Dying, dying, dying.*
She was losing all she ever had.
Her relief grew
with the pain.

She wishes for different colored eyes,
"Blue's just overrated"
She wishes for thinner thighs,
Her legs leave her aggravated,

"My stomach is so gigantic"
She says while halfway frowning,
"My ****'s just too titanic"
In low self esteem she's drowning,

Compliments a'plenty,
I try to prove her wrong,
I love her more than any-
thing, that's why I wrote this song,

I say you're beautiful,
Everyday I make sure to,
But your mirror and your mind,
They're playing tricks on you,

You're so **** perfect,
Yet you live life without
Thinking you're worth it,
I admit, it freaks me out

When your insecurities,
Keep bad thoughts afloat,
But the cure to me,
Might be in this song I wrote

I say it's gonna be okay,
Everyday I make sure to,
But your mirror and your mind
Are playing tricks on you.