I try not to feel what I feel because it...
But I must...

It’s too late and it’s too bad
For all the things you thought...

A slow motion moment – your love falls to...
An ungraceful death, courtesy of the iron mouth...

My heart is made of glass
And yours is carved out of stone...

In daylight I can fight my fears
Tell myself evident lies, And somehow I belief...

Unspoken feelings hang heavy in the air
No words could ever make amends...

When that thing had passed
It left some of us broken...

Death is in my head
Pounding Pounding...

I sit there staring at the clock
Willing the time to go by...

The one thing one should treasure
You’ll never know you’ve had it...

Have you ever noticed how when the billowy smoke
Have got its surroundings in a grey grip of choke...

It’s Wednesday night and I’m all...
I’m listening to music and doing home work...