There was once a boy with a key,
Who dreamt of sailing the sea...

'The end is coming!
The end is coming...

Saying that I'm here
is a lie of sorts...

God i miss you
like the beat of my heart...

Decieving lookers
and striping hookers...

I call u and u call me
every nite and i pray 2 b...

Once i knew a little girl
whos smile would soon come to fade...

The arrogance of some,
Heaven know it isn't pure, but we all...

What happens...when you do something?
you have consequence...

Why...why cant he love me like i to him
why...why don't we kiss with the passion i dreamt...