This isn't love, or we would have made it
It's just lust, I can taste it...

This pounding stress is getting to me
visions of you on my mind, constantly...

I wanted to write a love song
but I had no-one to sing it to...

*click, click* the camera ticks
the picture takes...

A screaming silence
is what we share...

Did I leave a scar?
When I stabbed you in the back...

-*- okay, I wrote this poem a long ass time ago...
Cindy needed a man...

Oh Dear enemy...
You never cease to amaze me...

Tears peirce my face
but don't help a bit...

Just like silence seeks
the clicking, tickering drip...

She said drive a little faster,
lets get out of this place...

When I answered the phone, your voice was a choke
there's crying in my ear, is this some kind of...