My Alien selfഅ My alien self അI have an alien selfOne of its kindI can't ignore it or forget it on my shelfIt is called the aching heartIt bleeds each time I play with itIt has a big woundNo matter how much I try to stop itIt seems that I'm doomedOn my knees, I say "pleaseStop crying, your wound is drying"Every time I hear the same answer"you know me, I was a good dancerWords used to cure my painNow dictionaries are used in vain"My reaction is always the sameMy head is down, it is so lameAnd I turn around and see my dusty shelfAnd I think "maybe it is the time to ignore my alien self"
Pieces Of My Heart☙ Pieces of my heart ☙Who will wipe off my tearsMy world wont easeMy heart is shatteredEvery piece blames the otherReconciliation is not an option even if flatteredI'm dry, I'm thirsty and there is no enough dewTo soften my piecesI need a pain killerThe sharp edges of my pieces are cutting deeplyIt hurts every time I breatheIn order to end my painAnd start all over againI must end my old shadowAnd have a hope that there will be a rainTo plant a new heart, and raise it withinTo teach it the painful old lessonsAnd make it ready to beginStrong, emotionless, empty every dayAnd to keep it far from love's way
Poison❦ Poison ❦On that high cliffThe wind tickled my hairSomething scattered my despairI looked around, and gazed a whileI could fly, I could actually tryBut how, when the wind blows across my wayWhen my wings are brokenAnd the clouds are ready to slayMy feathers are fallingAnd I'm tired of callingNo one hears my sighsNor anyone cares for my prizeI would give my heartBut they demand more to add to their cartThey are not looking for laughterIt is my money they are afterBut. . . I could still jumpI don't need my wingsSince they are charmed byMy jewelry, and my ruby rings