Honors From The School Of Broken Hearts
My heart didn’t break, My soul however, did break. My mind too, did break. My eyes changed perspective. The light in them grew dimmer. My
Sucker Punch In My Gut
The song about love letters and broken hearts The song about loneliness and the past The song about a dance under the moonlit sky Turn
Tested By The Hands Of Time Part 2
You never made it home on time, and now My arms have grown weary of holding onto you Your voice is unknown to my ear
Not A Handicap
You gave me that title And I had to live by it Conformed into it Wore it all my life like a second skin Believed
I’ve Survived Enough
First, being born as me Without the choice to accept or decline A baby girl, to a teenager, lady then woman I’d have made a
Did You Get Enough Love, Little Dove?
Dear loneliest undemanding sibling, The one no one ever worries about, The one who takes care of everything, The one everyone sees as a savior,
It’s The Little Things
I miss being held by you I miss seeing you in the morning I miss your soul and mind I miss your eyes looking at
You Were My Mother Too!
You look at me and hate who I am, As if you didn’t make me into this shell, Like you weren’t the one who hurt
Fool Me Once, Shame You, Fool Me Twice…
What are we doing, I asked We don’t have to have a plan, you said So I put everything on the table, And you let
The Free-Use Vending Machine
I wanted to live, at least once, To feel what it was like, to be alive. I wanted to dream, and let go, Without having
