All I ever wanted was for someone to listen
I wanted someone to pay attention
To tell me things would get better
And that happiness would last forever
I wanted someone to give me advice
All about my life to notice
I wanted someone to understand
To support and lend me a hand
I wanted someone who'd never leave me alone
To know me from deep inside my bone
I wanted someone to love me
As far as the end of the galaxy
I wanted someone to treat me with respect
To make me feel a little perfect
I wanted someone to make me feel special
And to not make my life seem so small
I wanted someone to wipe away all of my tears
Helping me get over my fears
I wanted someone to be my friend
To always bring my misery to an end

People are like leaves
Some have been stepped on
And some have just fallen
Some have been taken by a child and cherished
And some left on the bottom of the leaf pile
Forgotten

People are like leaves
So different from each other
Some older
Some younger
Different shapes and sizes
Colors mixed together

People are like leaves
Some are misshapen and not picked up
And some are declared beautiful and get straightened in a book

I can be a wretched fake, in private, intimate performance.

I’m an actress capable of imitating spontaneous pleasure -
by tricks of hesitation, convulsive vocal play and postures.

A mimicry undetectable to an immediate spectator.

"Aww, thank you", I’ll sigh, as if leaving a good party.

“I’ve got a lot of homework to do,” I’ll add, a minute later.

To clear the stage.

We build towers to touch the sky,
Yet forget the earth beneath our feet, where we lie.
It's not fun to look up and not find stars,
Everyday we go pick up new battles and the wars.
We dig up our own graves and find people to complain,
The balance is off, the peace is hard to reign,
We are powerful, but our energy is misplaced.
We find ways to distract, ways to be dazed,
We were once tall, yet we grew so small.

I recall the day I first saw you, amid the frigid depths of winter, as I sought even a trace of warmth from the sun. My gaze found that warmth in you. When you drew near, you stunned me, clasping my cold hands in yours, imbuing them with warmth. I remember, too, the day I waited in that same chill for one final glimpse of you—only to be left, forsaken, my hands still cold, yearning for the warmth you once brought.

Cut out my tongue, so I can't speak,
I don't want to talk with anyone, anymore.
Put your hands around my neck, so I can't breathe,
I'll die slowly, and believe that is my destiny.

Feel my blood rush, another type of time measure,
the blood ticking in my veins, is marking my mortality.
You're my issue, but also my therapy,
you're a galaxy, my way to escape reality.

Kiss my scars, just like you kissed my neck,
run away with me, and never come back.
Crush my heart painfully, the punishment that I need,
the agony spreading, is the way that I bleed.