he is poisonous like cyanide
his voice is like an angels
mixed with the devils
so beautiful and pristine
the way he strums the guitar
like a music machine
pulled me under the sound of his song
letting me drown in between piano keys
he slicks back his hair, with those perfect hands
then plays a rock and roll tune once again

By this time you held a rusty hand
who's holding up your dreary mind
a dark one
an old one
this hand that wouldn't crush your thinning bones
but catch your tears before they spill against your toes
It'd take you somewhere far
Somewhere your dreams could never fly you to
A breathtaking dance
from the worn out hand
But every time, it slipped past your palm
left you falling off the rocks
and you were left with just a simple broken hand

People who are broken often don't want to be disturbed by ignorance saying it gets better or it's just the rainy weather
Because it's sunny here today and my frown hasn't ran away
The sun is shinning and I feel like dying
The city is scary, the people are weary
Too many cool kids or the ones despretly trying to fit in, the ones who pretend enemies are friends
So I seek to the forest, that's where I smile
I hug the trees because I'm strange, but they bring me comfort
I don't feel the need to hurt my lungs, but only help me breathe
All the green, the dirt, the leaves, they make me see more than the everyday inspiring quotes
I step onto the cold moss filling my toes and I know...
this is what I want to call home

I wish I was raised by trees
They could love
Dance with me in the wind
The Fall would drop their leaves onto my head
So I'd know someone was there pouring happiness on to me
Walking through forests
Branches hand in hand
What a lovely thing
I just love trees