Here we are,
under this beautiful tree...

You sit here asking
me why and how...

My family always says
that I will turn out to be someone...

I sit here on the phone,
with the one I love...

If anything happens,
would you still love me...

There is a limit
everyone has...

Until the day I die,
I will spill my heart for you...

So many problems,
to many to count...

Here I am in Hells grasp.
But how long will it last...

Love tends to hurt the most
when you so something wrong...

I feel Broken
fore it has been my fault...

Paradise city is a special,
special place were you can run to...