I hate the way I cause you pain.
Making teardrops fall like rain.

I hate the way you make me think.
clouding my mind like I'm half asleep.

I hate the way I feel so weak.
I always feel like such a freak

but though we both make clouds and sleet.
we must try to stand on our feet

hope

is what we have.
this bleary endeavor will not last forever.

Before she became known as Lady Ann
she grew up poor in a far off land
where she worked her fingers to the bones
in her torn n' ragged worn out clothes
She liked to sing to all the birds
as she walked along with her sheep in herds...  
Little Ann was just barely seven
when her mother went to heaven
All she knew was toil, and strife...
so she became an expert
at swords n' knifes
One night as she walked on home
in the dark n' all alone...
a robber jumped down from a tree
he was sorry when he felt her knee
strike his crotch so rapidly
her gold sword pressed down upon his chest
he scurried away like a *****
running on back to his gypsy camp...
Word got out to The Knight in town...
he decided to give her a diamond crown
for her courage, and bravery in Greenland
he decided to crown her Lady Ann.

Pick a note
Any note
Watch it tremble
Shiver like a songbird’s wings

Wailing through your fingers
An echo of your pick
Crashing through the realms
Of the different notes to choose

Take it down
Pull it up
And sing
Sing like a shivering string

you are so ******* attractive and it annoys the hell out of me.