It seems that only I could write suicide provoking poems,
But now it seems I've gone the other way..
Maybe not on this site, not this profile,
But on school grounds, on my real and true profile..
It seems that only a moment of remembrance could spark emotion
But this girl is that moment of remembrance, only she's a day's sunshine
Maybe not twenty fours hours, not all days of the week
But just when I need to be dragged out of a ditch
It seems that only stupidity and sorrow could fuel me to pick up a pencil,
But now it seems I've got shoes and socks to get me to pick up a sharpie and scribble.