The night was cold.
Her life was young...

This world-pass me by
I don't wanna stay here...

This poem was a song I wrote so if it doesnt sound...
vs. 1: I'm walking down...

Through the thunder
i feel the rain...

The light shows brightly
through my darkened eyes...

Fighting for life
Crying my tears...

Ok, I wrote this in like two minutes cause I was...
so why'd you say you love me...

Why is this happening?
all of this confusion...

How does it feel to be part of the past?
how does it feel knowing we didn't last...