I love the way you hold me
but never without permission...

That little cabin
my summer home...

Were best friends forever,
and that is what we'll stay...

We were split up
and God knows i was broken...

Long black mane,
flowing in the wind...

My love for you is great
yet puny it might seem...

People think I'm crazy,
and that I have no one to hold...

Death is a beautiful thing
a joyous occasion...

What do you do when you find out
your life so far has been a lie...

Shallow phrases flow from us.
But what is deep...

If its better to give than recieve
but so much more fun to recieve than give...

My great depression
won the fight...