Seeing, smiling, sneaking,
One night after another...
With a white coat on, I start a new day for the...
a stale environment is where I work mostly behind...
S is for the silence that painfully lingers...
E is for everyone who is trying to bring you down...
"Dance dance, to the pretty tune my love,
I'm used to hearing these words"...
For ever scar on my heart there is a pleasure for...
For ever tear I drop there is a laugh...
In a chamber of my soul
I keep my secret locked up tight...
Teardrops on my guitar
With a pick in my hand...
The beauty and the looks
And extensive knowledge from books...
Purity once had a name,
And beauty once had a face...
You must of forgot to meet me at three,
you must of forgot i was standing by the tree...
Beyond the rusty thorns of barbed wire
the ink from my pen flows with tears and sadness...
Green eyes
Darkly rimmed, mixed with molten amber gold...