My name is Nate
and I have story to tell...

A sweet little prick
on the finger...

I see doom ahead,
my love...

You strike at me with words at first
making me weak and sad enough to start to weep...

I cant stand your face
why would i be so hated...

With every tall tale and broken heart there is the...

I'm sorry i did not love you enough
and that i did not show it...

I want to love you, I really need you
but my heart can not take, another heart break...

I know what I said
and know what you heard...

She sits in her room
she thinks of your face...

When you start to hurt your self its an
Unknown sensation it burns at first...

I stare to the madness, I see just my pain,
it staring me back, drowning me in the sadness...