I love the way you look at me
the way you hold my hand...

You poor your heart out to someone you trust
and the relationship turns out to be thinner than...

The rain is descending to the ground,
Dropping and dripping down...

Your work your hardest
to reach your goal...

I hate the way you stare at me
the look you give when your mad...

Death is creeping up behind me
Sitting on my shoulder...

Kiss my lips before i sleep
Wipe my tears, the ones i weep...

I always dream
how life would be so perfect...

A good relationship is when your
heart is content, your mind is...

You know that feeling
the feeling when someone breaks up with you...

The undertaker worked with the dead.
There was an interesting life he led...

I knew i had lost you,
But i had lost more...