There is a fine lineBetween love and hateBetween you and meBetween now and thenBetween love and hateThere are times my anger fills upThen my happiness..
Sometimes I live in a fairy talethough this ones dark and twistedwhere thought monsters unveil,their words in hands tightfistedI get stepped on repeat..
I dance to the beat of my own drumI paint pictures with my toesI sing in a made up languageAnd I believe stuffed animals can breatheI paint pictures w..