Like a candle in the dark
i try to light my way...

A many mountains I have scaled under your watchful...
But we both see that this one is many times my...

Theres a spot in my head
right where i am...

I am the puzzle piece
from a different box...

Identity is found
In the darkest of thought...

Footsteps fall
On asphalt paved...

Though black infects the world
unaffected are the pure...

Is this love?
that keeps me up at night...

My favorite flowers of all
are white carnations...

We can be pirates
like we always wanted too...

Every time you walk away
i try to forget the memories...

Sometimes all i wanna do is
cry...