can you

see the


halo on

top of my


I am


on by a


but you

can't read

my thoughts

on my lips or hips.

Fireflies are

out and the

skies seem a

little bit hazy.

The hazy skies

chase away all

of the butterflies

and I am feeling

lazy. Its a cycle,

this circle never

ends and I think

that I might go

crazy. I am bored

and I know that

I am useless this way.

Somethings gotta give,

Somethings gotta make

me believe that I am able

to survive in this coldhearted

world all by myself.