Dear life ,
I walk a path of burning coals...

Fag butts on the ground
the traffic echoes that depressing sound...

A bomb set to explode in naught point one decade
destroying something fragile that cannot be remade...

The thought that feels like a punch in my stomach
the thought that takes me to the brink of giving...

They met on a cold day in February
cuddled on a bench and numb toes...

Holding onto your hand like the sands of time
A grasp so tight but sands still pour...

As I crept in ya room early morning
my hair a mess and I'm still yawning...

I still wonder now if he feels the same
if he feels like i feel, is his heart in pain...

When her mum is out and it gone past three
and she misses her mum the way she used to be...

If you should ever ask me why I love you so
I may just turn around and say well its something...

I realized I liked you when I fell asleep with you...
I realized I cared for you when I had dreams about...