All these letters I had written for you.
I have written all of them.
Maybe bleed a few.

You wonder why I cry.
You wonder why I shake.
You don’t understand the dark words I make.

Life gets harder when you love nothing else.

So I cut a little smile; from ear to ear.
Give a little fake one, to make it look real.

People call me crazy as like I am the sin.
So you gave me a name.
“Little Harley Quinn”

And soon I called him mine.
“My Little Joker Boy”

And my feelings got deeper.
My body feeling freer.

Life became easy.
With the words that you sang.

So I smiled for real.
Letting my body heal.

Life gets harder when you love someone else.

Things soon ended.
My pain returned.

Because our little song had to be burned...