Even when I’m about to cry I still reply Even when I want to die I still reply Even when I doubt it
Have you forgotten that I’m still… I’m still fighting, still trying t… And have you forgotten what you u… Even if you leave we’ll still be f… I guess that doesn’t matter to you…
Up and down this lonely road I wa… Without a goal without a purpose Up and down this lonely road I wa… As the people I thought were frie… Up and down this lonely road I wa…
Fly away Little girl you have no means to stay Your just to young, to feeble and to weak
Still Stone Solitude I sit, trying not to look behind While I try not to look ahead
One dark, spontaneous, sharp Another bright, beautiful, and dul… The dark was larger then the brigh… The bright fit right into the dark In a way this was us
Life was great Until things changed I waited for something ease my pai… And it seems it left as soon as it… I can’t help but cry out to the ma…
I struggle to find my inspiration In the worlds desperation I try to find at least one word When there are none to be heard I need someone to take a hammer to…
Oh the abnormality It’s shattered my reality My heart is so broken For the words spoken By not even you, by your “friend”
Oh the pain it brings A phone that never rings A text that’s never answered A wave not returned Oh the laugh that was never born
I love you, so would it be a crime If I admitted to thinking of you… Admitted to still seeing you in my… And if anywhere else falling apart… I love you, so is it that big of a…
The thunder claps Ripping the sky to shreds Crackling through the air Pulsing down my muscles Pulling them together
I promised you that I wouldn’t cr… But I couldn’t stop the tears spi… I tried so hard to keep them insid… But my sorrow I can no longer hid… I love you my dear
My heart feels full I wish too embrace this feeling an… Far far away where no one can take… No one can make me empty ever aga… I just wish for fullness and that…
Three little words scrawled in bla… I read them over and over my face… I look up at you and you smile Our eyes meet, in fact they lock f… I pick up my own pen, I write a r…