I'm a punk
I like to rock out...

It's garunteed, that life would really be
So simple and great, if you were with me...

If I asked
Would you hug me...

Right in front of me
An ordinary door...

Dreaming never helps
Only increases the pain...

All these memories I'm blessed with, are my curse
And I don't think it could get any worse...

You broke my heart
And now I wither...

These so blood shot eyes
For I am who crys...

I can feel the bleeding heart
I"m on the end...

Something so simple
I can explain...

Rejected by you
I hear by say...

What is this drink
I think I will take a sip...