I walk alone on this empty street
Beneath the sparkling stars...

Every night i look up high
hight in the stars...

When he though times were right
she blew them thoughts... out of sight...

There once was a day when times were good
these were the days where emotions were greatly...

I have been in only one race, the race to live
running on the streets and running on the cliffs...

I wish i may i wish i might
to the first star i see tonight...

Life is what you make it, so make it good
don't try to find "meaning" cause its...

Comatose is what you get along with the chills
compassionate expressions that no one else ever...

Stop with the fake and begin with the real
notice that you were something to him, but now not...

To whom it may concern
don't ever feel like your trapped...

It was a dark cold cloudy morning when he was...
there was nothing in the world that would make him...

My love for you will never run weak
For you are the one that makes it complete...