1, 2, 3, 4
Counting scars, bleeding and sore...

I opened my heart,
Let his soul in...

-(Word about this poem: True poem about a close...

You tell me it's not safe
To be home alone in my state...

Cross my heart and swear to die
Etch my ankles bare and dry...

1 Brother of hate's fine eye
2 Parents of "I could care less&quot...

Held between two stone fingers
Razor-sharp edges made bloody...

A tall, elegant lady stands
in the darkness of the gloom...

Through the misty shadows
And fern-covered pond...

Timeless arms always here to break your fall
When you exit this world falling from grace...

Neither passion nor anger
And he always finds something...

When life has you conflicted
I feel so restricted...