I'm resting here quite regally,
The feature of the table.
Surrounded by potatoes that
I'd taste if I were able.
My subjects, scrubbed and beaming,
Circle round the royal platter.
They seem to be adoring me,
But something is the matter.
See me basking in the candlelight,
My skin so nicely tanned.
The reason for this treatment,
I do not understand.
While I'd love to peck that dish of corn
And gobble down a berry,
I find this jolly atmosphere
To be a trifle scary.
Hope is in the springtime,
When the first bird of the year chirps.
When the first
Until I met you my heart stood still
Like the moon and the sun
Their love is true
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
I often wish I were a King,
And then I could do anything.
If only
My empty, broken heart is left in the pouring rain to soak up my tears.
I'm no longer whole
And sadly neither is he
We've been locked out by pain
No Such Thing As Happy Endings
The first night they meet
He knew it to be true
This girl who lied before him
I'm sitting here trying to get over you.
Let's get one thing straight; I'm only 19 and tr
Live as the sun shines in the sky.
Live as high as the birds can fly.
Live as the
Love. Is that what I crave?
If it is, then why can't I find it?
Hate. Does that m
