She stood there holding a delicate rose,
standing outside in the pouring rain...
I feel sick to my stomach,
I feel so nervous, so weak...
Staring at your drawn, place face
Your bloodshot, swollen eyes...
"I hate everything about you," Isn`t...
And I can admit, those words went straight to my...
I saw you with her
Holding her hand...
When Hurricanes and Sand Storms Invade the Skies
and over masses of corpses linger hordes of Flies...
I really know we had a good start
But our age is tearing us apart...