Swigging down a bottle of vodka
Taking another burn off that bud...

Santa wanted to know what I wanted this year
What would make me happy and dry every tear...

RIP,, Gez Roades,, 25/12/90-08/09/07
The lights that used to blind us...

These tears are not for you to see
Not for you my love, just for me...

Here I lie in the perfect silence
My own breathe the only sound...

They all remember what I'd kill to forget
The things that hurt too much not to regret...

You see me hear but you don't make a sound, you...
Words hit harder than fists you should know, when...