A pack a day to get me by, an ounce of weed to...

As the trees look down a pone their chain strung...
They point and stair and watch every move the...

Puking up what you fed me
Thought the emotion of hate...

Brick walls imprison me in the garden
Weeds laugh at the roses that used to live...

I have no inspiration left in my heart
I am sick of all the pain...

Pull the strings on my hands, on my feet
Tell me who to love tonight...

Everyday I look into the mirror,
And everyday I ask myself what do I see...

Once there was a dream in my heart
Please walk though my poems tonight...

There she sits every night
On the cold wet stones of her past...

Twisting this tender string in his fingers,
And glancing from side to side...

Come into the forest with me tonight
I will be your one time alibi...

I saw it in your eyes
Don't you know that the rain is falling...