Isn't it strange?
That life's pleasures are gone...

Perhaps a part of me craves for pain.
A pain of heartache, longing and blood stained...

Draining me, my heart, my blood is bleeding out.
Baby, you stuck a needle in my heart...

Sometimes, you just know what's good for you, you...
Obsession, Frustration...

I've been siting here thinking,
About all the times...

The way a book is closed,
And the pages are shut, unread...

Boy, your smile is touching my heart tonight.
Oh and your lying down next to me...

These lungs;
they fill with smoke...

Does it really matter?
what happens behind those closed doors...

The crimson light reflects off your face,
I dreamed of you, I dream of you...

I'm holding tight,
my fingers slip across the trigger...

She was just a girl, trapped in her own little...
Lost & undiscovered, as she was...