Friendship, companionship, are they real?
If so, how is it suppose to feel...
In the pale fields of death,
I see only darkness...
Hey i know i was down
then you came along...
They say girls
are made from spice...
Dry your eyes
forget the lies...
Who I am,
Is for me to know...
Your words sting my heart
and imprint into my mind...
known quantity bereft of quality;
a name of little beyond its letters...
A violin string calls
From a chord pressed...
I sometimes wonder what life has been about
Maybe I'm just too old fashioned...
Mom, your love is a mystery:
How can you do it all...
The day you came into the world
Is the day I became a man...