How often do you see it,
a straight line in someones life...

Don't you understand how i feel?
What we have...

I am a udelle,
my faith in you, exotic and roberta...

Melting rust.
A beautiful characterization...

To dream, is to fall into the walls of my mind.
My dreams are just poorly framed pictures in need...

I saw a butterfly today,
it was lying dead on the grass...

A candle that you lit for me,
is burning through my soul...

Sitting in this room,
with nothing but stained walls...

You make me feel beautiful,
I want to keep you forever...

Laying here in the sound of darkness,
no smiles do i show...

Trying to think of reasons why,
why you want to say goodbye...

There is no place like home,
Because there is no home...