Crumbling Like PastriesWhy confuse me?Why turn me inside out and upside down?Everything's gone wrongSinking slowly under my hurt and painPart of the wall when you want me to beThe shining star in the North when it suits you.Stop killing me inside.Stop playing with my mindWhen you want me to be, I'm your angel, flying highWhen you're bored, I'm six feet underMy heart is crumbling like pastriesYour heart used to keep me warmShelter me and protect meNow you just can't be botheredMy heart is crumbling like pastriesBut after all the things you've doneI love you even more.
The Taste of LonelinessI remember a lot about dying. The ones who die quickly and painlessly are lucky. Certain things stick out more than others. The headlines of BBC News later that week were; "School bus driver loses control of vehicle on icy roads. Two children injured, another killed."We were going fairly slow, actually, chugging along at the cheetah pace of 15mph. No one was expecting the bus to swerve quite so violently. It was just my luck that I happened to be at the point of contact with the Land Rover that was coming the other way. We were about ten minutes away from school. I remember whacking my head so hard I thought I was going to vomit, and then a