I'm done.
As I seek the answers...

Ice cold death on your flesh,
The scent so nice and fresh...

I look into your eyes
my heart screams to you...

I hate the way you look at me,
I hate the way you say geez...

Evil angel hear my cry,
Tell me how you want to die...

What have we become,
Our love is far from done...

It's the wrong kind of love
It's the wrong kind of hate...

Oh you, yes you, not you
Please be you...

I'm different but I see exactly the same
The colors are there the pictures in the frame...

Women are weak
To delicate to speak...

Nobody to hear me
Not just listen but hear...

The birds
And the bees...