Even though i may not love you as my lover
does not mean we cant care for one another...

A feather rises in a breeze
it is me...

The simple reaction of a decision can be as vital...
choices are our lives either it be made with soft...

Thoughts
they cloud my mind...

I feel alone
i feel like a stone...

I turn around and there they are
Wanting me to cause my own scars...

They say...."when times get tough, the tough...
No one person is tough alone, there is something...

Wondering how you got here, and wondering how you...
nowing now that im lost with out you, and going...

Was it your smile or your eyes
either way i was lost in your love...

When you cut i cut
only your is on your wrist...

If you could imagine pain and times it by 100 then...
for the place where demons dwell is a dread...

It falls from your eye
as you start to cry...