They say i am mad,
that i am simply insane.
But how would they know?
Isn't it only the mad and insane that know what it truely means to be this way?
...How can they call me this,
unless they themselves are mad?

Bye bye grandpa,
i wish i could say we will meet agian,
but you are in heaven now...
and when i die i am going to hell.

One day your there
The next your gone
All i want to tell you is
I wish you could have been mine...
And not his...

I had to say goodbye
To a wooden casket
And not to your face
Which i now long to see

As you drove away
I wished that you could stay
But to my own dismay
You dissapeared over the horizon

Darkness seaps into my skin
As i lie awake in bed
Finishing a book with a happy ending
And wishing happy endings were really true

It is easy to forget your face, easy to forget your voice, and easy to forget your touch. But it is impossible to forget your smile...

Even through it all the bond of friendship can never truly be broken.

Death is an inevidable end that all will come to us all, yet it can not stop a persons legend from living on.