You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies...

How do i begin?
To where does it ends...

He hates how she loved Him.
He hates how He felt...

Solitude is the companionship of the self,
A meaning greater than mere silence...

Soaring high,
Being wild...

Staring out in the open air
stages of bluntness inside pupils...

Wondering souls
I see the dream you seek...

Journey with a bucket of pins & needles
Journey with a bucket of feelings that meddles...

HE forget a lot of things.
HE forget to take his medicine, took it,then...

A gift, shall be given to someone
That you didn't know...

In my heart and mind,
In my heart and mind I saw that dwelling...

Spinnig out of control
Walking towards nowhere...