Some would say, She was always that way, But I knew better, I knew her when she was gay
mental health
Heaven’s Gate
Who are we, Who trundle here,
The Parental Choice
At the dawn, you hold them near, A doe to fawn, they are your dear
My Days Alone
My days are empty, They pass me by, My nights are hollow, You ask me why
What They Stole
Window window to my soul, Come and tell me what they stole
Masochist Mine
Loneliness is a moon-kissed clearing, Sweetest sorrow softly nearing
Are You YOU?
Who are you really?
Fire-Side Tales 