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When I lie alone in bed
Thoughts come and surround me
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You give me pain and butterflies
When close, you cannot be
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A drunken thought
Of love never forgotten
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She keep's on going back for more
To feel the grief and be pain's whore
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A lurking fear that's / Somewhat queer and / I'm not too sure, but / It's behind the door / T
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A week in this / Paradise, this / Sad device / My body melts / So quickly / How mechanical / I have become / And come undone / These thistl
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The vulgar circus lurks beneath And unto you I do bequeath
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Bella was a homely child She had few friends but many foes
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Not finished yet. Give criticism, please.
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I run into you And try to push you down
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I don't deserve These tears I cry
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This isn't life I feel I try so hard to be
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Sunshine fills my ears My mind flows over with dust
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I wished to be her With my heart and a half
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With my broken mirror face And your dying broken heart
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A cold night out With a fireplace inside
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The faceless taunting from Behind closed doors
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This falling you feel It's not falling in love
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Please slip me some silence for My deadly heart disease
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I will flow Through your soul
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