My pillow soked with tears,
from all the hard times through the years...

The plains are on fire tonight
We lit the grass with our arsenic...

I walk around with this cloud,
of failure over my head...

I stay up thinking of you every night
Until the morning light...

The sun is setting
like a halo over the horizon...

There's nothing like the feeling of your first...
It's the feeling you'll always miss...

I miss your lips
they're like candy for my soul...