Longing to see you again
To view your gentle face...

To love is torture:
just the thought of being with them...

Love is like a lilac
When in bloom it smells oh so sweet...

Drink the spirit, take it within
Taste the fruit of this laborious sin...

Crimson trails flowing down
Red drop tears upon the ground...

Whys it my fault?!?!
What did I do...

My life is like a hole.
People don’t notice it at all...

As I head upstairs I carry a knife
No one would care anyways...

Please don’t say I’m the one you...
When I am nothing more than sixteen...

I talked to you again today
But the time was just too short...

They weave a path
Full of thorny vines...

There is always a conflict
Present in my life...