I would that moss become her,
Nestled green amidst the cracks...
Somehow I think this is the end
Coughing up blood in the morning...
I have a story it should be told
I can't keep it inside I can't hold...
Bye my past that haunts me today
Bye my lost ones that turned my sky gray...
The simplest pleasures
the first day of spring...
Shoved aside,
And pushed back...
You can call me sweetheart and baby I'll call you...
There's nothing worse than a defective smile and...
Longing and heartache, a void left in your absence...
Your company I dearly miss, I hope we reunite...
Stop it, stop it I say,
why do you two still fight...
Pick up the instrument...
take a deep breath...
Love to make you weak,
Loss to make you cry in pain...
I wake and everything is a blur to me,
and even if I squint my eyes I still cannot see...