I feel lost without my pills at night I hurt for...
but I'm still trying to stay alive...
{12 months. 365 days
8,760 hours. 31,536,000 seconds...
Time heals all wounds they say
I wonder where did that lie start...
P and Q members, where are you?
Once upon a dream we were lively and bright...
There was something about the way she danced...
in the low light of that Greece sunset...
Eight lonely years have been and gone,
yet I still sleep with the denial of your death...
The bottle has no heart or soul
and often plays a deadly role...
Bullet through the heart
two mothers pray in anguish...
I know how lost and lonely
Your world was for a while...
We drove up the dark mountain side
winding roads with a long drop down...
We were so young and naive,
but I knew you would be everything I needed...
The blade injects color into my skin
drawing out the one memory...