I want to share something important with you.
I want to make and split a big, hearty stew

I want to free you from the world's dread
And I want to cut in half a fresh loaf of bread.

I want to make soup for all my loved ones
And pour all my love into its taste sensations

I want to make pie, filled with sweet berries
Topped with cream and blessed by fairies.

Here at my table there's plenty to share,
So please, you're not intruding; pull up a chair.

Longing for the old days
Simple days
Times when you could ask "what's this song?" a hundred times
And every time, in reply:
"Darude sandstorm"

Looking at a life through the shattered wine glass
One of my earliest memories of you,
Understanding with no words or thoughts that you were going to die one day
And yet I still wasn't ready.

You drank to still your thoughts
And finally, they are still.

I don't like the way men look at me.
"It's because you're beautiful," says my mother
I don't want to be beautiful
I want to be a person.

if i lie in the grass and stay there
will i be overrun with vines and bugs
will i rot away
will i become the earth?

if i sit in the dark and stare into the nothingness
sometimes I can pretend I am not me
and the world is not as it is

when I look into the dark
does it look back?

i pretend I feel the world around me fall away
I am nowhere
I am everywhere
i am nothing
i am everything

I am not here anymore

when you look into me
will I look back?