Sell what time we could have had
And take back the days you lost with me...

You put up a fight
Each day and night...

The graves are full
Holes dug for the dead...

Life is real in many ways. People think it's...

The mornin' sun beaming threw the window
Another night gone in a blur...

I awake from the image of you in me head
each night is harder the the last I lay alone in...

This thing call love what is it? Past years days...
When will my pain end? I hate it because you say...