He's the boy with glasses on
and his jet black hair...

Butterflies
and hollow lies...

Its hard to write a poem
when theres tears in your eyes...

When you sky high
and just flying about the rest...

Everythings always so unexplained
and your the one to blame...

I cant find my reflection
is this the right direction...

The day i fell in love with you
is the day i started to care...

This isnt a dream
you awakened me...

I wanna get out
i wanna be free...

Living in a world full of this violence and having...
its like having nothing to live for...

One life, one love , one tragic story
a girl with many lies...