Puking up what you fed me
Thought the emotion of hate...

A pack a day to get me by, an ounce of weed to...

As the trees look down a pone their chain strung...
They point and stair and watch every move the...

Everyday I look into the mirror,
And everyday I ask myself what do I see...

Brick walls imprison me in the garden
Weeds laugh at the roses that used to live...

Once there was a dream in my heart
Please walk though my poems tonight...

Twisting this tender string in his fingers,
And glancing from side to side...

I have no inspiration left in my heart
I am sick of all the pain...

I saw it in your eyes
Don't you know that the rain is falling...

There she sits every night
On the cold wet stones of her past...

Pull the strings on my hands, on my feet
Tell me who to love tonight...

Come into the forest with me tonight
I will be your one time alibi...