I stand a warrior,
Not by a granting wand...
Once so predisposed to war,
Another torn within its ecstasy...
I thought I knew you
but I guess I don't at all...
Looking into the eyes
Eyes of hate him self...
If only they knew the last of the string was...
Each day that passes by; going over the edge gets...
Drenched in the cold blanket of night,
The air filled with the sound of silence so loud...
He always seemed to forget me even when I was...
He always seemed to forget me even when I was...
Feeling sorrow and hatred,
but also happiness and love...
So Mr.-solid-as-a-rock
I'm pretty sure you have hit your final mark...
Questioning my age.
This is just a phase...
Confined to this home,
I can only choose when these windows shall be...