He wants me to tell my feelings.
But they make me real sad...

The only one that wipes my tears is my pillow.
The only one that listens is the walls...

As i sit here and stair
i look at this knife...

I wipe the tears like the don't exist
i don't want anyone to see me like this...

The phone rings my heart skips a beat,
i answer and here its your voice an instant gasp...

It comes when you least expect it
when your not ready...

In the silence of the night
he rode to her side...

I made this a long long time ago.
young and full of life...