The locker's slam with one final close,
We all head out for one last pose...

Why all the lies?
Why all the pain...

Staring into space
Thinking of nothing in particular...

My life revolves around them
Even though they drive me insane...

Long hot days
Spent in the shade...

It takes a six-hour drive,
Through hills...

Yellow with brown spots,
Taller than man...

Putting pen to paper
Letting the words flow...

Two and a half years ago you went away
Not just on a trip...

I think I found him,
The one...

In a world so bright,
I think its going alright...

Sadness
Looks like a storm...