You are the chlorine, stinging my eyes
You are the one I most despise
If people were rain, you'd be acidic
The thought of you makes me sick

But

You are the blood flowing through my veins
You are the one my heart claims
If people were rain you'd fall in the warm summer air
The way you make me feel... well that's not fair

Llamas em chamas
**** of the walk
I hear you most clearly
When you choose not to talk.

There once was a dog, as happy as a lark,
With one small defect: he couldn't quite bark!

But one fateful day, and we're not sure quite how,
That dog met a cat - who couldn't meee-owww!

(People say they're a quiet couple.)

I'm just crazy enough
To think,
For a moment or two
That her green eyes
Can surgically heal my broken heart.

And then it hits me:
This is just the anesthesia.

Thine fligertoch froznen ech
Cucenkis chenches n xylomec,
The shlipless splood
Upon thy frosh,
With deutromic flide
and fligertosh!

O durgling narthex
And dushi dift,
Of birken shlip -
Those liqulor cractles!
Jugnot (that ye be not jugged),
Boxinuts of bumten quaggles.

You never say
"Hey Annie,wait!"

You look into my eyes
But you never see what's behind

You touch my skin in heat
But never discover what's underneath

You never say
"Hey Annie,stay!"

You sit right next to me
But you never hear the silent screams

You hold my arm so tight
But you never feel the scars I hide