Inside of those cold grey eyes
is a broken girl...

Gentle lips caressed
with a lost train of thought...

I HATE WHEN YOU MAKE ME SMILE EVEN IF IM MAD AT...
I HATE WHEN YOU MAKE MY BELLY FILL UP WITH...

Those pail grey eyes
they meant so much...

You tought me somthing no book can teach
something that takes longer then a day to learn...

A perfect vision
now shattered...

Lost in my self pity
scared of myself...

I remember those breaths shortening
those little laughs...

Smoked it all away
now washing away this stench...

I'm at that part of the night
it all seems to make sense...

This feeling is lost within itself
wish i could tell you but i cant...

I try with all the might I have
I want to be somebody in your life...