Beat
Why does it have to be my friend...

One thing
Causes to much...

Cherri.
I got to mad easily at you...

My heart and mind
Are lost in dark poetry...

Diamond red striped rose
slipped from my hand...

When you let go
I should of held on tight...

I used to be all your inspiration
All that you ever needed...

I let you go.
I never thought that I would still love you...

I never got to say Good-Bye
before the car crash...

He layed there motionless
As pale as paper...

I hate you so much that I cant stop talking about...

I want to spend forever in your arms.
When we touch it doesn't seem real...