One dream, one kiss, One love
i wish, i wish for all the above...
My life is run by drugs and cuts
I never listen to the buts...
Looking at the old photographs
Of when we were so little...
I've thought about it once
Maybe even twice...
I'm standing at heavens gate,
praying to be let in but they say it's to late...
Why is it i have this chronic pain?
i sit and ponder, to find someone to blame...
I'm afraid to type it in,
this task I know I must...
Mirror, mirror, there on the wall,
Who is the ugliest of them all...
You have been sick now
You may die...
Tainted butterfly
Broken wings...
You must of forgot to meet me at three,
you must of forgot i was standing by the tree...
Break me up
until i am nothing...