Sitting below the stars
Staring at the dark sky...
I stare quietly at the floor
Those black and red tiles...
Death doesn\'t meant that you\'ve gone Grandad,
Nor does it mean we\'re apart...
Love is like a book
Even when read twice over...
If we were a book
We'd start halfway through and be...
Our misunderstandings rapidly evaporate
pressured by quarrels...
A noose knocked on my door today.
It's knot hung loose as it made it's way...
It seems like Here we go again
Forgetting trust and love were just pretend...
On Valentine's Day, 2016.
A father and daughter...
This is a song I wrote about someone I know
You laugh like nothing matters...
How cruel is a heartless promise,
now that you don't feel for me...
I never thought I'd see the day,
That you and I would go our separate way...