Because there is always something there,
Through all our times and tears...

I walk down the pathway
through all the pretty tree's...

Nothing but a broken heart
And sheâ??s a pathological liar...

I get lonely sometimes.
So lonely I feel I could die...

The clouds rolled in,
And it rained that day...

When did I start to feel like this?
I no longer understand...

Gold silk spun with honey,
Blue eyes an ocean deep...

Can I rely that you will be there?
Can I trust that you’ll really care...

How does it feel if youâ??ve lost...
Your world, sky and hope...

Iâ??m laying here broken on my...
My shattered soul aching...

Sarcastic b a s t a r d, telling lies,
Black hair and brownish eyes...

Pain is just an aftermath of an event,
Physical and emotional strains...