This blood was not to be on my hands
Yet it provides some thrill I cant understand...

And now i find its awkward again
Maybe even more so than before...

When is was new it was beautiful
Yet now it is old and boring it is nearly worn out...

Most days he seems to love his life
He strolls through the corridors as if he owns...

He walked by to the very spot
Where she'd been laid to rest...

I never meant to make it out to be some huge...
Although I guess it could have been, just given...

It feels like I am on top of the world
Where theres never enough oxygen...

She bought black balloons and half a pack of...
She drew up love hearts on them and she wrote on...

You are the only boy
Who i ever let really see me...

An empty seat in an empty classroom
A half full book thats stained by tears...

Its times like these that im glad im alive
Just cos i know the strongest survive...

Maybe we got our wires crossed, maybe I read you...
Maybe I shouldnt have let my feelings evolve or...