I have no where to turn
i'm walking a streight road...

I wish i could tell people how i feel
i want something real...

They call me crazy
they call me phsyco...

Something has a hold on me that takes control of...
This time I really think I've gone undoubtedly...

To whom is the sunlight given. for whom does...
the patina of each life hides the subtle...

Sitting in a compfy chair
with a pen in my right hand...

Rotten days
sleepless nights...

It's hard to live with something you know will...
Especially when that other is what your entire...

Your loves a gathered storm
i chased across the sky...

What can i say
to make us ok...

Thinking of love
i can honsetly say...

A young girl screams in silence
her family and friends can hear her screams...