To you, whose mind is made up:
My heart breaks for you more than anyone in the...
One dead star
becomes jealous of one small tear...
Lying on my bed of dread
alone...
Balance embrace me,
please wrap your light...
Though time may pass,
many secrets still remain...
In the air of an evening mist,
a weeping widow whispers...
My mind has no heart
my heart has no brain...
Bubbles break on dancing skin,
promised kisses and innocent sins...
What is this feeling
Why does it feel so wrong...
Three-hundred pens
on scratchy notebooks...
Say troubled child, how come ye're givin' up
why would ye want to spill a life filled cup...
I truely wonder why
death isnt seen as a good guy...