Monday, September 26, 2005

She's the brightest little firefly. . .

If you find yourself here on my side of town
I'd pray that you'd come to my door
Talk to me like you don't know what we ever fought about
Cause I don't remember anymore
I just know that she warms my heart
And knows were all my imperfections are
And she said that I was the brightest little firefly in her jar
And I just know that she warms my heart
And knows where all my imperfections are
And she says that I am the brightest little firefly in her jar

Monday, April 04, 2005

my mask

this is my mask
it's hides me so well

and now i cling to this disease
my best friend it seems
but there's no escape to these thoughts inside
and sometimes it seems easier to just die
and get away
just get away
from all the madness.
this life would be so much easier without me

but im in the way
always in the way
and i can't seem to change.