Morn not for me when I am dead
As after things are clearer...
What we have...
Its rare.. Its special.. Its my everything...
Why must you always go?
Seems once the silt settles it is disturbed again...
Dreams untold by a thousand scars
But yet you still whisper within my head...
We have all been loved by someone,
And we have all loved...
Tis moonlight that dances upon her face,
sends chills up my back, i stare in her eyes...
It's been thirty minutes
But it feels like three hours...
-Roses are bloody red
though my one dread...
After all the hurt that I've been through
I can't see my future without you...
Thinking of you all the time
Hoping that your still mine...
When I looked into your eyes I thought you knew
When I told you I loved you I thought you knew...
O, to thou, saturated faith
The cold and the warmth, will end our chase...