When you hold my hand
You touch my heart...

When the sun burns out
And the stars lose their shine...

You Cant Tell Me What To Do
You Should Know By Now...

She's An Angel With Coat Hanger Wings
Rusting In The Rain As Tears Slide Down Her Chin...

You sat there
The whole time...

No more holding it all in
This is what I have to say...

I sit in the park where i dwell
For this boy i love so well...

Put a razor to my wrist
Put a gun to my head...

Grab the gun
Put it to my temple...

I am drifting away from all I know
Drifting to-wards sorrow...

It's the three hard words that should be said only...
It's the three words that are commonly misdealt...

If I wrote a note
To my only one...