They met on a cold day in February
cuddled on a bench and numb toes...

Dear life ,
I walk a path of burning coals...

When her mum is out and it gone past three
and she misses her mum the way she used to be...

I still wonder now if he feels the same
if he feels like i feel, is his heart in pain...

Holding onto your hand like the sands of time
A grasp so tight but sands still pour...

Fag butts on the ground
the traffic echoes that depressing sound...

I realized I liked you when I fell asleep with you...
I realized I cared for you when I had dreams about...

The thought that feels like a punch in my stomach
the thought that takes me to the brink of giving...

A bomb set to explode in naught point one decade
destroying something fragile that cannot be remade...

If you should ever ask me why I love you so
I may just turn around and say well its something...

As I crept in ya room early morning
my hair a mess and I'm still yawning...