It isn't anymore
there you go out the back door...

Fireworks came,
Rang him in...

Don't you love it...
When you're so down the floor is they sky...

In a room void of light.
It might have been night...not sure...

A picture to burn,
When I'm done with you...

The slow song causes the most pain,
I think hard on who it reminds me of...

Cherry red lips
And a ice cold stair to match it...

A safe haven,
Protected by the raven...

I walk into the party around 2 am.
The fire is alive in me...

A cry in the night a lie is told.
When ever your through he'll tell you your to old...

A first date where one laughs and rates,
A second one only a day away and your heart...

How much worse can this pain get?
I even think my soul is crying inside...