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

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

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

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

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

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

Fighting for life
Crying my tears...

The light shows brightly
through my darkened eyes...

Through the thunder
i feel the rain...