All I have left is the memory
A few things put away in a box...

Here i am once again,
stuck in this nightmare...

I'm laying wide awake taunted by the thoughts of...
while i try to go to bed...

Sometimes i don't even know why i try...
build up that fire, just to be shot down inside...

** poems me and dale sort of wrote to each other...
You said you'd never let me fall...

Who do you call,
when its that great day...

I'm sick of waking up everyday,
putting a fake smile upon my face...

Your bound to have those days-
some good and some bad...

I pray to god every single day,
to build me a time machine and let me fly away...

Sometimes i sit and stare at you
and wonder what you see in me...

I would give, say or do anything just to see you...
one little kiss from you...

How do i tell you and get you to understand these...
my heart is racing...