Perhaps you have a faucet in your eyes.And people twist it.Emotions you recognize. But not explain or apologize.And so they call you,cry baby.For your tears and eyes oh so blue. You've lost all your friends,that's true.You tell yourself, it's them,not you.Because...

Nowadays ,we try to live best our lives.Sleeping soundly through starless nights.And inner turmoil,inner fights. Months,days go by.And the years really fly.And we try to hope and pray. Alas,we use magic.To sculpt dreams out of clay.So that they all come true. And...