ode to rasberries:

catch up with words to mind my own

I'll take my world and keep it to me (all my own)

theres no hope in sharing

the times I was betrayed

for are you really prepared to know the complication that is me

think before you glide, before you come inside

the house of a thousand red velvet doors

and cold wooden floors.....

I never meant to lock it all away

it just happened that way

its the simple pain thats me

for your trust has been out-weighed