A Gun, A Blade, A Arrow to the heart.
All seem painless now...

I sit down to weave the pain and aguish I call...
My chair is torment, my material is anguish...

The girl i love makes me smile when she walks
Makes me laugh when she talks...

You stole me heart then left me for dead
You ran off and left me alone on that concrete bed...

Love is only an emotion
friendship is only a phase...