And the lonely player
Writes his aching heart...

Love
For always...

10:41 Pm.
Monday night...

As he watched her all day
Wishing them to be together...

My love grows on
My heart is only for you...

It is raining down pain
Thunder storms of sorrow...

She\'s on top of the world
And he on the bottom...

To silent me,
I start living as a baby...

This does not rhyme.
do i live in this world with fake friends, ones...

Life dull as a grim tainted wall
Blank, horrid and without limit...

Wisk me away
Taken hand in hand...

Simple.
Such a trivial thing...