turn back the pages
if the sun don't shine anymore
rip off the scars
to show that the pain is yours
when we swallow our pride
only to realize we're dreaming
constant reminders
that are never really redeeming
two stars in the sky
when there are a thousand more
hidden by your limitations
but reflecting on the shore
if i was a wolf
i'd be shot up by a coward's gun
which makes me lucky
because i would have surely run
inside my closet's closed
bed sheets but rippling waves
curtains shut out the lights
that i'm sure i sorely crave
one day i'll surely die
and i hope i die happy
where i'll go i don't know
but i hope i'm happy
