The angel of darkness sores above me
Like a cloud that never goes away...

I love you so much it hurts
it makes me want to play in the dirt...

The night you came to my door
i ran and opened it...

Loving u is not that hard
it is easier than opening a jar...

I trusted you with a confession
but I never heard you respond...

I don't like the way you treat me
like i am only sixteen...

A sore, scruffy, and dirty old man,
Who comes home every night with his tool box in...

Even though we know this is a great place
Not everything we love can exist...

Friends moving away
boy moving closer...

I am sitting here my thoughts a wander
wishing i could hear the thunder...

The rose that was left has never stopped bleeding
is it because you are wounded inside...

This is how i feel
it is so real...