I've turned against rhyme
The songs in my head fighting to stay in t-
And everything suddenly knows the words
Fitting beautifully together and singing like b-
Who are truly cheerful but then, am I?
Fighting and arguing.. continually wondering wh-
How can they be so happy while inside I break?
Praying every morning that I won't have to w-
And look out my window at the lack of snow
Realising that school is where I will have to g-
I've turned against rhyme today and tomorrow
And every day which dares to follow
Fighting the beautiful songs in my head
Wishing I could some day wake up dead.