People often ask
"why are we here&quot...

Should i trust you?
should i believe what they say bout you...

I\'m left out in the dark
I\'m always kicked when you\'re down...

Poison oak, childhood bravery, when a telephone...
In Polaroid’s you were dressed in...

My heart was yours
but you left it one day...

The rain is cold against my face
the street lamps shine there normal color...

Your finger tips run across my skin
Soft lullaby's whispered...