It burns me each day,
When you refuse me in every way...

I sit in charity dirt, my eyes casted away,
I weep in my own sorrows faultless display...

Write me your music,
whipped with dull cords...

She sits, knife in hand,
her skin is pale, dry like sand...

I know I must not say this every day,
But I love you in every possible way...

Its been a long night,
Without you by my side...

I simply sit and gaze,
At the parchment in front of me...

Imagine,
The war...

To My Best Friend,
I know I have never told you...