Inside of those cold grey eyes
is a broken girl...

Gentle lips caressed
with a lost train of thought...

I HATE WHEN YOU MAKE ME SMILE EVEN IF IM MAD AT...
I HATE WHEN YOU MAKE MY BELLY FILL UP WITH...

Those pail grey eyes
they meant so much...

A perfect vision
now shattered...

You tought me somthing no book can teach
something that takes longer then a day to learn...

I only had one left
how could you hate one so...

Smoked it all away
now washing away this stench...

I awake light cracks up above
pressure rising in my chest...

This feeling is lost within itself
wish i could tell you but i cant...

I try with all the might I have
I want to be somebody in your life...

I remember those breaths shortening
those little laughs...