I feel like I’m immortal and all alone
Everything is stripping my soul
From the food I eat to what I wear
There will never be anything that makes me feel complete and self aware
Don’t hand me a tissue it will **** the trees
Let me dry my eyes with your flesh under the wet soaked moon light
Don’t give me a reason to stay because you to will soon fade away
When the sun rises tomorrow please dry my residue up because one day you to will get through this pain
Close the fridge door and don’t let out the cold air because it will only bring you despair
I know the trees are hollow and the sun is bright and it doesn’t make sense that they to need daylight
Why can’t the moon make the flowers grow?
Why can’t snow water the plants and why can’t the rain be dry?
Why can’t the summertime be Icy and chilly? And why cannot I be alright?