I Always Write Of Pain
But Not What Matters The Most...
God, I hate the way
You think you know everything...
Trust me babe,
your going to be alright...
I know when I am in love when I see my friends...
I meant you when i was only five you was prepared...
dad keep up the good work...
© Francisco Guzman 2005
What I feel is so distinct...
You have always been there,
since the beginning of my life...
End of this Night,
You leave me Alone...
Friends are friends till the very end,
To go through the flames of hell and back again...
I miss your bright smile
Your loving eyes...
You know your in the wrong
thats what you cant admit...
You have not a clue
The impact you’ve had on me...