Burns turn to ashes
and ashes into gold...

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

Im not proud
Of the things Ive done...

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

Tears are just as painful
As a knife...

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

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

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

These Thoughts
Can music so simple...