Dropping breaking...
The earth beneath us shaking...

You wouldn't believe it!
I swear it doesn't make since...

All this time,
never wrote of you...

My back against the wall.
The other three closing in around me...

It hurts inside,
These bottled feelings...

My muse...she tounts me.
My muse she haunts me...

Dying dying.
She lays out...

In a room void of light.
It might have been night...not sure...

In dyier dispair,
you can't know or care...

When skys turn gray,
when he stops breathin...

Forever in February
yes the sky crys cold...

To this guy...
This man who makes me high...