I really thought it would work, i asked you out because i thought we would work. But yesterday i realized i could never feel for you the way you need to be felt for. Im sorry i really am, i never meant it to be this way.

I am the deep feeling of regret you find caught at the back of your throat, I am the broken heart behind the smiling eyes, I am the worst choice of the bad choices to choose from, I am the angel that lives within hells gates.

And the worst thing isnt that he lied to me the whole time, the worst thing is that i actually beleived him. So now i see him hold her and look at her the same way he did with me.

And when I close my eyes i think for a moment I can still feel your touch on my cheek and for just a second your with me once again.
my father
RIP 09-06-05

The day you died it didnt hurt much, nor the days to follow, untill about a month later when i called the answering machine and your voice no longer said to leave a message, thats when i fell to my knees and really cried.

I am the face of a thousand tears left unshed, a thousan screams left unheard, a thousand dreams left unlived, and a singel heart left unloved.

Faith - the only thing we have left after weve lost everything.

Drugs and drinks,
Cloud and rain,
A smiling face,
With washed away pain,
Heaven above,
Hells below,
The former my home,
Ill never know.

A persons life is what they make it and ive made mine a living Hell.

My blood runs cold when your lips brush mine.