If the beat hurts then cut it so it wont hurt anymore

As the braches bend they let the fruit fall and sprout a new tree but it will never forget the braches of the tree they came from

If this pulsating beat would stop i would rather it be cause of death rather then the lost of my one true love

What was once lost is lost but what can be found wont be unless u stop crying and look

When all the doors seem locked search for a window and hope its not to far down

Life is the anticipation of death. death is the outcome of all thats the biggest success in life DEATH

The hurt she spares the love that grows.the intensity of her hatred compels me for more

You hold the music to my soul to let my pain go as our love grows

Caring for a war overseas is ok but first we should care for the war killing our streets

Burning flames of love melt my cold heart