life might lead on like a patterned string
in avalanches of winters and spatters of spring
but I still don't know why the blackbird sings

She swoops and jives on sinatra's swing
but her eyebags halo like saturn's rings
and she patters around on tattered wings
purposefully hunting for the wasps sting
but why the blacker the bird the sweeter the sing

and its like through all that clattering
she can't hear she matters more than every thing

Silent baby
Love alone, don’t worry other people
About your tears
Silent hill, but somehow it tells me to look down
Just to imagine how it looks if I jumped to this beautiful shore
So blue to you if you’re so shallow
It’s dark to me but, that excites me
Where the real colors are
Don’t show me just a painting, tell me all about the emotions
Tell me that you cried once or twice
I really don’t care I just want to write about it.

The best drug in the world
Are not the ones you inhale,smoke or stick a needle in your arm
It is a drug more addictive then coco

Kills you faster then a overdoes
You can never overdoes it
But it gets you high immediately
When it gets in your system

You can't go to rehab for it
Cause you will keep going back to it
Everyone I know is addicted to it Including  me

Somepeople want it so badly
But others are tired of it
Since its been killing them
You wonder what drug this is

Some of you call it
Infatuation,caring,
Being there for someone everyday
But we simply call it love

The way you smiled at me
almost had me believe
that I mattered
again