I miss you a little, a little to much,
a little to frequent, a little to hard...

Is this the end of all we know,
Wat things here lie for us to show...

Why do we use lies,
we use them to crawl and hide...

U think our love will bond us, u think our love is...

Put down that blade
and show me your love...

I dnt care bout the name its the person who u...
and i like tht person...

I remember when i asked you out
my fingers trembling on the keys...