Her body is like a flower.
When someone touches her sweet soul, her petals fall and rot.
I'm here to save her from rotting all the way.

I'm like a pencil,
you can use me for now,
but eventually I'll break.

Dreams are meant to be good
Sleeping was better with dreams
But my dream wasn't expected
My father died
I couldn't live without him
He's saved me from killing my self
He's saved me from society
His blood all over me
Dripping with pain
His cries for help
I couldn't bare this anymore
Woke up crying
Asking for help
Yelled for my dad
He ran and told me
"I'm here baby, I'm here."

Shes beautiful
She has light brown hair
Clear tears
And ripped jeans
Not a chance with her
She's occupied with autumn
One say in loving her
One life becomes depressed and rejected
I must wait to say it
I must wait to feel it

I feel weird
Empty walking
Not talking
Just existing not living
Well maybe I don't exist
I'm just someone
Empty walking
Not talking
Just existing
As I said, not living
I don't feel
I'm numb
Just existing.