To speak would be to admit
and to admit would be to set myself up...

To see your face
a face of which i dream...

I scream at the top of my lungs,
but no one hears a sound...

Tears continue to fall
Strong and fast...

It has been merely a day
since I saw that beautiful face...

A rose
a beautiful rose...

I live in a world
where everything...

She yells at the top of her voice
her words directed at me...

What to do...
every time I think of you...

Like a ghost
i walk through the halls...

This world
to what ends will it go...

Wind whips my face
I watch as the sky...