''I call at night,
So we wouldn’t fight.
Then you’re jumping through the next,
Without knowing how I felt.

Feeling overwhelmed,
But you couldn’t melt.
Slamming doors, and champagne all over the floor...
It’s all for the best, they say,
But I didn’t want to end it this way.

We made a vow, but now,
All we have are broken hearts, with no future to share,
And now I’m wildly aware.

If I’m crying, you will be made of raindrops,
Because you disappear every time it flops.

First I was your “Saturn,” the next you say “there is no return.”
Guess I just tasted the glass you poured,
It’s like I got stabbed with a sword,

Poisoned me, cursed me, and left me hoping for things to change,
Like a child who’s hoping for the season to change.

I call in the morning,
So we would stop sobbing,
Because you know how I feel,
And I do want to be driving without a wheel.''

''A beautiful weather,
Where trees float in the air,
Where the sound of rain
Just makes you want to catch a train.

It's all in the picture now,
Since the day I made a vow.

Nothing lasts forever,
I thought it was impossible to say the word “never.”

I'm just a girl whose dreams are too high,
But never high enough to defeat me.

I'm still the same girl you see every day,
I am the girl that I dream to be.

No matter how many times you blow,
I will still let myself grow.

For every leaf that fell from the tree,
For every tear that escaped and said, “I'm free...”
For every flower that I was given,
That made me fly in the dream I lived in.

I'm here today, for all the women who never got to say:
“I wish to be whoever I want to be... and someday, I will be.”

You see, this is not a drill,
Or a game you can finish on a grill.

It’s ourselves—our rights, our voices—who will be heard,
Within our dreams that will be free, like a bird.

The sky is clear,
And the sound of rain is all I want to hear.
While the moon is gazing at me,
And the stars are inspiring me.

Ugh…
No better day to write how I feel.''

''I might take the shoes off,
Still, I remember all our walks.
I might have a new pen,
Yet I remember every little plan.

I might be tough,
Still, every time I look up to the sky, I see your laugh.

I lied to people about my favourite flower,
Because I always recall the day you gave me a wildflower.

The sun is shining while I'm standing on the ice

Why isn't it melting?
**** it, I always hated playing dice.

Repeating over and over, the same cycle every day
Just makes it too hard to stay.

I'm just going to lay...
But every time I see the moon, it makes me want to see you soon.

All I want to do is catch a train
And hope for the evening to rain.

Do you understand me?
I mean, how can I be understood
When I explain with running words hidden under a hood?

How will you get me,
When all my thoughts are running barefoot through the woods?

Where is my blanket? Where is my pillow?
Are my jeans too tight?

Maybe I need to find the light,
Because I don't want to fight anymore
So I’ll just open my door.

I can’t find my blanket or my pillow.
There’s no tree to offer me some shade.

Maybe... I'm the willow.''

''I'm sitting here, waiting,
For answers to fill this paper with...
Answers that  are still a void in my head.

Did that ever happen to you?
I mean, who am I asking?
A stranger who just passed through?
A stranger who can't stay with you?
A stranger who is you.

Your thoughts are not your own anymore.
Endless questions haunt you like a shadow, and I don't want more.
More heartbreak,
More nightmares,
And questions I shall never know the answers to.

Am I good? Am I bad?
Am I happy? Am I sad?

I'm sitting here, wondering
About all the questions I could've lost my mind over.
All that...
All that because of the stranger who doesn't feel like home anymore.''

‘’As I open this book,
I start thinking and pondering, then sobbing when I remember that look.
Funny how these words can play with your life,
Because I started to understand that the day i cracked your lies.
I wish there was a way to abolish emotions from memories,
Just write everything without shedding tears in the evening breeze.
Now I'm holding this pen,
I decide to let go of my wrath,
without retrospecting my life.
As I close this book,
I start thinking and pondering,then sobbing because of everything you took.
How can I distinguish all these memories,
If the only thing I do is sit here with a book full of raindrops, coming out from the source of my love?
All the stars are shining in this world,
But the only thing that lightens me up is your words.
Now I'm in the dark because you are not coming soon,
It's like getting banned from the moon
I let go of this pen,
Covered with this blanket.
Closing my eyes, falling asleep in the fantasies of Peter Pan.''