I always want to have the past
the past always seem to far to grasp...

Once i knew
i knew what i wanted...

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

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

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

Those pail grey eyes
they meant so much...

Lost in my self pity
scared of myself...

A perfect vision
now shattered...

Love
such a beautiful thing...

The lines before me redefine the world
make you think who you realy are...

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

With words so preciouse
you carefully lay them out...