If only Harlea and I were eighteen...
Then I would ask a Huge question...

If you cry for a friend, you care for them right?
Cheyenne, baby, I don't want you to leave...

Man, I want to meet you,
Because I like you watching her...

As i sit in the dark,
with a knife in my hand...

Show me what it means,
To have someone to love...

Harlea, do you remember me saying,
that I would do anything for you...

He is the king,
knig of my heart...

Laying here,
with blood coming out of my wrist...

Lesthat is a good friend of mine,
though he is a vampire...

Let me tell you a secret about a man's love.
We don't just love a lover every now and then...

Cheyenne, listen to me.
I am here to help...

Sharp fangs shining in the moonlight,
for all creatures of the night to see...