Always sitting on her own
Listless like she's made of stone...
There are so many ways to describe
Just what you mean to me...
Though I am no longer here
You'll still find me in your heart...
I wonder what's worse
To be with you without love...
Physics has proven
Bodies fall at the same rate...
I'm awake again while its still night
Not even a hint of morning light...
I have an old desk, ever since I was ten
It was a present from my mum, as well as a pen...
I have an image deep in my mind
I wish I could duplicate...
So many love stories already have been told
That maybe mine won't even behold...
A quiet evening
With nothing planned...
If I was a bird, I could fly
Way up in the clear blue sky...
Reliving the past
Becomes an addiction when...