I felt the decay
Like a fruit left too long on the tree...

White-knuckled hands gripping forsaken dreams
Restrict both heart and mind of being free...

Reach out and touch your dreams
Hold them close and don't release...

Everywhere you gaze
There are people who have heard...

A stream of tears, heavy breaths and swolen eyes
Until the constant grieving makes you numb...

Stay.
watch...

(this is going to be a song)
Every little girl wishes she could be 13...

The black of night consumes her cheerless face
She stands there in the dark amidst her prayers...

We used to be the best of friends
I thought we would be til' the end...

Your days are going well
Your life is finally right...

My words flew out in disrespect
A spout, I wish I could control...

You're standing there
You look like forever...