i know
you're going
to give me
flowers
i know
you're going
to confess
to me
i know
i want to feel
the same way
believe me
i do
i know
i know
i know...
i dont know
what im
going to do
when you hand
me flowers
my brain
will shut down
and flee to
autopilot
will i say
yes
no
maybe
let me think
think
think
i never think
i always
let someone
else take the
controls
so what
will i do
when you hand me
flowers
its anyones guess
will i say yes?
you could say
i lied
i am not like you
i wish i was
you could say
my message in a bottle
drifts across the sea
a quiet cry for help
no one will receive
no one will ever know
who i am
the jester wore a mask
bright reds blues and yellow
to remind those who were sad
of happiness and delight
he never stopped laughing
afraid if he did there would be no jester anymore
the jester and the princess
its like
walking through
a forest
where you
think no
one can
hear you
but yourself
you scream
at the
top of
your lungs
until your
insides burn
you're alone
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