Painted walls and paper dolls,
lies and memory's...

Turn it up on volume ten,
don't let anybody in...

Your heart is shaded,
pictures faded...

I hope you drown in the ocean called memory lane,
because you go there so much you must be in fame...

Through the clouded minds,
two paths will soon connect...

Snow is glistening around my window sill,
it feels like time is sitting still...

Shouldn't i be over you by now,
shouldn't i have moved on...

I knew my turn was up when that girl walked down...
but i only aloud my self to sob for just a little...

You're looking out the window and see a figure...
once you stick your hand out though the figure...

Money does not grow on trees or it does and we...
Some where hidden beneath the leaves Goerge...

I love my dog
I love my cat...

Why do you say
Stop being heart broken...