As I glance around for inspiration br I see nothing br I feel nothing br I am nothing br So I write of the randomness br There on my wall br The bright vibrant colors br Not like me at all br The cute stuffed animals br All over the place br I've collected for years br Yet of me, not a trace br I see cheerful pictures br Of my friends and I br My, how I look br So cheerful, so alive br Ahh...the withering roses br Up there on the shelf br Something to finally br Resemble myself br Once so vibrant br Alive and full br Now blackening br Dying similar to my soul br Until I met you br And the sun again shone br But you'll never know br That you kept me alive br I simply can't tell you br So now...