Stop banging the drum inside my pulsing head.
This constant beating, still aimlessly breathing...
My soul is hanging
Dangling from the tree...
The day before you met me
How sweet does that sound...
There's this girl,
Sometimes I watch her...
So I sit here crying about you.
the tears are dripping down on the keys...
Its Friday night and I'm all alone
feeling frightened and lost inside my own home...
As time passes
I see that I am...
Dark Hair
Emerald Eyes...
Two kids loved each other
wanted to be with each other...
Up in heaven
Angels are crying...
I hear them talking
about me...
I'm screaming on the inside
Breaking from my pain...