It's difficult to give
When you are feeling empty inside

What is love...
but a sugary illusion,

And what is luck...
but twice that.

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!

I'm a fountain of blood
In the shape of a girl
-Bjork

Sometimes you just need support to stand
Someone to hold your hand

Always end up running in circles
With bruises of bright greens and purples
Sooner or later must put up a fight
unchain and let it take flight
these are my thoughts, superfluous bubbles

Why is it easier to wear the mask of a happy go lucky fool?
Because it protects you from the pain of being a sincere idiot
Then what is the pain one till suffers?
The pain of suffocation

I’m at sea
I'm not lost
There is nowhere else
I’d rather be