It is in the darkness,
the rain and sadness,
the heartbreak and madness
that I will grow the wings
I need to fly on the little things
that used to hold me down
I've got my life to live
with or without you, ****!
and it aches like ****, oh my ****!
"I wish you were here"
sounds nice doesn't it?
like a nice postcard
from a holiday gift shop
ah, memories, so sweet
pretty little things aren't they?