Foolish hearts are these of men.
Shallow souls we cannot mend...

Im not proud
Of the things Ive done...

Burns turn to ashes
and ashes into gold...

When he only thing that matters
is what matters to someone else...

These Thoughts
Can music so simple...

Firing Bullets and the heat of fire.
Quiet, cold house lighted by...

Tears are just as painful
As a knife...

There are days I wish the sun wouldnt set.
Moments I want time to stop...

When the pictures hurt so bad,
Can I tell you alright...