How do I paint my life ?
when I don't dream in colors.

I’ll say the wrong thing
To the completely right person
Honey, please,
That isn’t what I mean.

Stupid words,
Shallow, yet full
Full of hate and meaning
Full of negated feeling

Forget me, okay?
I don’t know what to say.
What I do know is that you’re jealous.
And now, there’s a price to pay.

Some time's my heart is made of stone
and some days blood drips down it like
a rose petal falls off it's stems in the
middle of a hot summer night.

I get days where i'm filled with
anger, jealousy and then
grieve myself
within until the morning
seems....
Just for once, why isn't it me?

Is there a curse, lying beneath the earth,
or is it just me living alone in a life
where everyone seems to be free.