Love was so confusing
For seventeen year old James...

Trickling water,
Down the glass...

Sorrow so sudden, for the heartless man
Wants to keep going, but not sure if he can...

Something's a lurking, around the back
Creeping in the shadows, preparing to attack...

Each man, woman, and child
A hero in their own right...

In the day I sleep, in the night I dine
Feeding from those whom often decline...

There is something I wish to say
Something I yearn to tell...

A sorry sight, is my face this day
I walk slow, with a hanging head...

You don't bother writing for real anymore
You just write for the sake of writing...

I saw him strolling along,
Taking life as it came...

Anger, rage, violence and so on
One minute you're here, next minute you're gone...

He'll say, 'How are you today?', in that soft...
He'll ask 'Fancy a chat?' s'not like he gave me a...