If I lived in my own worldno paper cuts or dirty girlsjust apple pie, i would dieof a love-struck sugar highNo plastic hearts or nasty boysa good cry, a small sighI'd be strong enough to flyIf I walked on my own roadwith detours for rent by waterfallsIf I lived in my own worldthat would be possibleno snow would fall, ice would melt'just fine' would be all I've ever feltIn my own world.If I lived.
it is lonely herewith no friends nearno friendsfriends?i am by myselfwith no one elseno oneno?i contemplate timesthat had silly rhymesi miss them sowhere did they go?it is lonely herebecause i'm alonei'm alonealone.
I don't see the danger in talking to a strangeronly in knowing their nameAfter the greeting there could be a meetingand so begins the painOnce you know them and they know youit's hard to let them goIf this person would die, then you might cryhide away from wanting to know -OTHERS because you're scaredscared they won't be there whenyou fallIs it better to be alone than to have someone ring your phone and say "I won't be back" without a care?"I've chosen a new path."Without a care!It's a game of Russian roulettesooner or later someone will lose
The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing,The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying,And the YearOn the earth her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead,Is lying.Come, Months, come away,From November to May,In your saddest array;Follow the bierOf the dead cold Year,And like dim shadows watch by her sepulchre.The chill rain is falling, the nipped worm is crawling,The rivers are swelling, the thunder is knellingFor the Year;The blithe swallows are flown, and the lizards each gone
I never lost as much but twice,And that was in the sod.Twice have I stood a beggarBefore the door of God!Angels -- twice descendingReimbursed my store --Burglar! Banker -- Father!I am poor once more!
The weight of misfortune has stooped my shouldersBut I don’t intend to stop for a good while yet;I afflict my own destinyAnd don’t want anyone to mourn for my fate.I’ve made peace with God on my lossesAnd agreed with him on the epitaphsThat should be written about my senseless wars.