Remembering our past
When we used to play...

Sometimes there are no words
To properly express...

Dark and cold
These felling that I mold...

The day the music died
There was nothing left for me...

Lack of light is dark
Lack of happy is sad...

~~~another old one from high school~~~
Back when you cared...

Shunned like societies wart
A feeling of hate grows within...

Today is the day.
Unwanted happiness forced on you...

As I walk in this night air
I cannot help but feel in despair...

Suppose his red roses
don't carry disease...

What turns a mouse
into a man...

What a complete mess. various debris lay scattered...
across my train wreck of a room...