Devoured by the demon of time
staring with beady eyes...

Dark hair and big blue eyes
are my weaknesses that...

What is this thing called...
(i think its called love...

Lying in the fragile remains
of what was once my life...

I've never been able to slow it down
it plays in fast forward...

I stood above the building staring at the street...
Wondering what I was doing, thinking of how I had...

Happiness and friendship go hand in hand,
thank you for always being there for me...

As I lye here stranded
staring into my hearts content...

I sometimes sit thinking of how i feel
and wondering if what we had was ever real...

She walked alone day after day,
screaming in the empty streets...

Breaking down
and falling to the ground...

Nightingale sings its melodious
yet poignant song at night...