The touch of your soft warm hand
the smell of your Abercrombi cologne...

It's been a long time coming,
waiting for me to return...

Last night you took me away
to a place no one could ever find me...

All i can think about is you,
I've tripped...

Immature is what you say
that's all I am...

Imperfection
coved by perfection...

I am imploding
with pain...

It hangs in a fine balance
swaying ever so slightly...

The depression
has taken a turn for the worse...

This song brings tears to my eyes
but only the happy kind...

He said he loved me
but it was all lies...

I’ve sat here before
on the verge of death...