Each Dying StarUnder bluest skies we sat, daydreaming:Our own world without further meaningAnd laughed when we should've cried:Told the truth when we possibly should've lied.Give us back our skinned knees and indignant staresWhen we spent more time running around then playing with our hairAnd trying to pretend we were anything but lostUnder bluest skies we sat, whatever the cost.Please forget your tears, and give me back my smileI'll learn to love you, but it'll be a whileAnd I've burnt all the bridges, a long time agoEven back then I had no where to go.We forgot each wish, and lost some timeAnd gave up lovers and left friends behi
I like this one, except it's pink