There's no one I can talk to,
You might say ask my mum...

Oh I long to drag that blade.
It just sits upon my wrists...

My echos' hit the hill tops,
And I'm waking all the worlds around me because...

If for once you'd just think before,
You open your mouth...

With my hands in the pockets of my jeans,
Walking down the road, and yes I know...

We've had chance, upon chance,
To start a true romance...

Got some bad news?
Gimmie something I can use...

I don't know how much I can take,
I swear to you honey, I'm gunna break...

Ok. I over-reacted,
Maybe more than that...

You told me meet you out here around quater to...
And it's five past four, you're nowhere to be...

The spell checker
I love this site...

Stop confusing the hell outta me!
Please, speak english...