I read so much of this inside
now all you hear is suicide...

I use to lay in my bed every night
and cry when they turn out the light...

To the one that once loved me
and made me feel whole...

"Walking in the past"
I find myself living what I call a normal life...

I struggle to make it in this world
and try to leave my past behind...

Today, I just sat and cried
remembering the day, that Dale died...

The world has changed in which we live
it all take now and never any give...

Every once in a while
someone will come alone...

In the twisted years of my life
days slowly turn into night...

Have you ever ask, yourself why
you never saw an angel, in the sky...

Met a lady playing pool one night
the moment we met everything was right...

Two hearts in love
feelings that run deep...