DepressionI am suffering from depression.Every stitch I crochet is a sad thought.These chains last for miles.I often sell them but the money doesn't help the depression.Some chains are created from suicide thoughts.I keep crocheting chains to hopefully fill the hole in my heart.But alas, material objects cannot fill holes.One day, a goddess comes by to admire my melancholy creations.Her eyes are of emeralds.She asks me why I am depressed.I just simply put a finger to my mouth and say shh.People will usually walk away when I do this.But she follows suit.I am shocked.Finally someone who understands.You can continue to be depressed and I cannot cure that.She cuts off a piece of her gorgeous hair.However, use this hair for your next creation.She put her finger to her lips and shushes again.I do the same and we exchange goodbyes.She leaves and I take a closer look at the shimmering hair.I know exactly what to make from it.Arming myself with my hook, I start crocheting away at th
Chasing YesterdayWhen I meet somebodyFor the first timeWe would chat for hoursTalking about something differentFor a few daysBut after that timeTheres nothing leftI wish we could go back to the beginningAnd keep repeatingSo we would never run out of thingsTo talk aboutI keep chasing yesterdaySo we could talkThe laughs goneFinding something new about that personGoneIts more funLearning more of a strangerThan being stuckIn the same moment with a friendI could move onBut for some reasonI want to stay with the same personEven though there’s onlyHey and whats upForeverI hope not
Fortunate FoolI thought I struck pyriteWhile I really discovered the real thingI was ignorantTo miss somethingSo beautifulIn front of meYou're the orchid of the flowersThe peacock of the birdsThe eighth wonder of the worldI must bid you adieuAnd hope that you will discoverThe person that deserves you
Free FallI am freeBecause I fellWishing I could fleeInto a hellI pleaThat you get wellPlease enjoy some teaWhile I yellI wish we could skiAnd listen to AdeleDisturb some beesTheir buzz is so swellBut after a while you will need to find a keySo we can get out of this hell
Color InThere exists a worldConsisting of only colorsAs magical as a dreamThe grass is of electrifying emeraldThe sunflowers are dripping of goldennessIt appears as pixels composed of only the brightest colorsYour hair flows of fiery orangesYour lips are a perfect mixtureOf bold scarletAnd bloody crimsonAn artist’s masterpieceUntil he smears it with his paintbrush
This TimeThis Time, Can I trust you?YesThis Time, Will there be pain?NoThis Time, Should I believe you?No2738 clocks ticking in my brainDelivering a messageMy time is running outShould I just gamble my heart againAfter all, we don’t last forever957 birds pecking at my heartShredding it into a hundred piecesAfter all, it will not hurt when you break my heart againThere is a silver lining to everythingYou see, here’s the dealI don’t want to feel like I’m fenced in againI want to be a free birdNot the one lingering on the wires waiting for something to happenThis Time, Be the one that lets me looseNot the one that grasps me tightBe the one.Be the one.Be the one.
FlyA bird trapped in a jarBreak free and flyTravel to somewhere farI whisper goodbyePlease don't come backThe pain is to much to bearYour heart has turned to blackTake careI’ll be the one waiting on the wireFor someone else to come byWatching as I tireThe time is endless as pi
PainI stand alone out in the rainWhile I picture you with a daisy chainLets eat some chow meinBefore I go insaneDrink our nights away with champagneYou're the remaining memory in my left brainCandy canes laced with cocaineWe are all linked in the same chainYet not even on the same planeLets run away to SpainWhile we are still saneOur eyes cant handle the strainAfter watching the rainMemories either stainOr wash away down the drainWe drive in the fast laneYou can barely contain itBut you don't even complain
The Secret Life of MarioI was originally a plumberUntil a sworn enemyStole my loveKept hiding herI spend my daysOn an endless journeyExploring pipesAnd riding dinosaursI live by smoking mushroomsAnd breaking blocksInhaling fire flowersAnd skinning tanookisSkating on turtle shellsAnd jumping on goombasWhen I dieI repeat the adventureAn endless journey for sureAfter longThe toadstool tells me“You’re at the final castle”I finally found my loveEntering the castle,I find her cheating with my sworn enemyHow could she do this to me.I spent my whole life.I have no purpose now.Fleeing off to the pipes,The only place I call homeNow I live off smoking mushroomsWith the memory stuck in my headForever and ever.