I hope that we will make it though the heartbreak...
all the good times that past and all the friends...

In this city the streets are paved with hate and...
and say, "No, there aren't enough love songs...

You told me on your birthday, all the things that...
and in the streets you walk, you hide your face...

And, even when we extend ourselves, it's only to...
and so often we don't struggle to improve...

Goodbyes are said and roses thrown And the crowd...

Heaven's not a place that you go when you die
It's that moment in life when you touch her and...

I know this may be redundant
But I think it bares repeating...

Just keep making copies
of copies...

In the spring, you will bloom, like her heart...

Please someone help me - take away my loneliness.
Please someone fill me - take away my emptiness...

I never trust anyone.
I question everything...

Deep, dark crevices
filled with crimson pigment...