Now daddy you're not there for me
I don't know what to do...

There's a cut I cannot see
it stings and burns...

Maggie had the best of days
though it's all lost in a haze...

I keep a box under my bed
that's filled with thoughts all from my head...

To A Certain Someone,
My hope will never die...

My wings they never fail me
I always soar up high...

Flowers all around me
the colors have such contrast...

The green-eyed boy waits alone
waiting for what we may never know...

Webs are woven
lies are told...

He sits at the bar
and drinks to the death...

Death
no one knows what it's like...

Is there a god
'cause he seems not to care...