Cold water from the sky.
Sometimes wish I could cry...
Often wonder, 'What is true? '
And how to learn what to do...
...
Your face and words still haunt me;
Guess they always will...
Guess I should've known,
You'd not be with me still.
...
In the Silence of your heart
When one's soul begins to start
To speak of Pain and Woe,
Of Loss and Sorrow...
...
Alone
Sitting here all by
Myself
Thinking over a hidden
Wealth
Of untamed thoughts all my
Own
Sometimes it's nice to be
Alone
But must I be alone forever?
Is there one to break this tether?
That ties my heart so close and tight,
To reconvince me Love is right
Insanity does not run in my family. It strolls through, takes its time, and gets to know everybody personally.