In a past life reading, I was told I was a Queen.
I must have beheaded you,
I was a killing machine.
What crime you committed,
I have no memory of.

The laughs on me now, that we know for sure
I'm cursed with wicked thoughts of you,
There seems to be no cure
Your voice holds a power
A curse made just for me
I would do anything just to be free
Jump off a high mountain
Sail across the sea
To escape

Beware, beware of April the 12th!
It's bad for your health
It sits on a shelf
Calendar pages forgotten by most
Ignored by many
Just another day
Like so many
The day don't mean a thing
Except to a girl who twirled her ring
On an April 12th many years ago
She danced and she sang and chased after the future
This was the race she was going to win
Come Hell or high water this was sink or swim.
Calendar pages went by and by and for a while she thought she was winning,
She could touch the sky.
But Spring can be cruel, it will play you a fool.
You can drown in a drizzle or in the sea.
It makes no difference to April, it makes no difference to me.
Beware the Ides' of March and the Spring that comes right after.
They leave scars for all to see.
You win nothing
But they shall never purchase salt again.
As long as you both shall live.

Make up your mind you wicked man
Yes, No or Maybe
I just need to understand
Or put me in storage until you decide
Like one of your cars you rarely drive
The thrill of the chase, a cliche that's so true
I think it was written especially for you
That hard man face you show to the world
Is starting to crumble from beating up girls
When you run away again
Like you seem to do
Will I still be waiting?
Just for you?
The odds were in your favor
and your a gambling man
But no one can win at every hand
Look over your shoulder and ******* a kiss
I might still be there
But don't bet on it

When the man's wife died
All Hell broke lose
The sun didn't rise
The leaves didn't fall
There was no moon at night
The world was in chaos, there was no one left to call
The world lived in darkness
A year and more
No plants would grow
They could not thrive
With no light, nothing can survive.
The man cried bitter tears both day and night
He once was a warrior
But he was losing this fight
The sun and the moon
They knew his name
They talked about him and absolved him of blame.
The sun went first and shined again
The moon came at night and smiled on him.
The rivers flowed and the little plants grew
The birds sang a song they wrote just for him
The man still cried but there were fewer tears
The sun and moon watched over him for the rest of his years.