She bounds through the snow with all her grace...

Pleasant thoughts are all that form
Inside and out they make me warm...

Whisper my words on the wind so softly, hoping...
Every line so carefully placed... so carefully do...

Do you still love me, do you even care
will you stay around, will you always be there...

Driving in the car with no destination, No end in...
he sits there trying to read her, will he do it...

The Last prisoner
these last few weeks have been cold and grey...

The wind whips around me, my breathing starts to...
Please say you'll never let go...

These lies torture my soul
These lies will never let go...

I slit my wrist and watch them bleed
feeling all the pain from my need...

Too many times these words were spoken
so many promises now broken...

Many times i have said
I want to be dead...

One touch, one word
Our Love is understood...