I'm nothing special,
I'm just little old me...
It can break my heart
My poetry houses words...
The smell of winter
forms the loneliness...
Anticipate the wait
And neglect to feel the pain...
1,000 times
we've sat and talked...
My head is level with my feet,
I'm in my bed I'm fast asleep...
Light it up for all those bad days.
Light it up so that you\'ll feel OK...
I was on my way home
I'd been told not to go alone...
You smiled at me and I smiled back
No words were spoken to each other...
The truth to my life
Is pain and fear...
As I slowly drift asleep in class.
Neon lights & dizzying heights...
Boys used to grow up to be respectable men
These days some never really mature...