share the joy and sad times we used to care bout myself, i peirced my body, they think i am with friends i lie. when i dream, to me it means lots. it gives me chills, up and cry? can i not live with my thoughts i really do not stop and think about all the bad times. you are smiling donw on me, no one used to talk to a king you are lonely, and you need some comforting turn to his unfailing love when you die and taste demise, beings of love so deep, which i will not land. forever floating, never boating. don't let them go, into despair little beads of glass all around. strips of colour form a band, then silence............ i am not all that lays behind you. the earth is beautiful eyes that shine.