As he fights for her
She snaps and yells at him...

As the truth settles in
Like a stone finally resting on the ocean flour...

The phone rings
The echo of the ring is wretched...

As he finishes placing on his pads,
Only one thing is one his mind...

WHAT?? He cries angrily and confused
The rage of a lion comes to him with these words...

Dangling On a String
Wanting, needing, desiring...

If you love something let it go,
If it comes back to you it's yours...

Behind these Blue Eyes
Who will Cry for the Little Boy inside of me...

Missed Opportunities
You speak of missed opportunities...

Am I crying out for attention?
Are these thoughts all for a shoulder to cry on...

The end, what is the end?
Is it at the end of a story...

Many have been great to me
But many do not know the pain in me...