If you try to understand this or decipher it...

Desolate roads, frozen fingertips, and drooping...
embarking with me as I pass road signs left and...

Be nice, please. I know this is cliche' and...

Stop. Rewind. Play.
These words and struggled gasps for air are etched...

Voices quiver against the silent song tonight -
as your words shake against this violent wind...

Gray on white, white on black, black on gray,
meshing, colliding into streams of confusion...

Curious glances and all these sympathetic touches...
My insides are burning; there's too much to...

I can't walk these empty halls without hearing...
Along with a bunch of insincere apologies, which...

1. It's partially true.
2. I know it's not my best; I'm having a little...

Shut up about my grammer. thanks...

I'm worried about the flow of this one...

My fingertips are shaking; they've got a tremble...
i loved you then just like i love you now. will i...