Memories of love
are like footsteps in the sand...

My brothers are screaming
My mother is crying...

When did everything go wrong?
My happiness and laughter...

One, Two, Three
I'm comin' back so sad and lonely...

You know that feeling you get when
you're looking down from a high place...

I'm sorry,
But I have to write this...

I used to have walls to protect my mentality.
I wasn't expecting it...

People do not get high to compensate
For being mad or angry...

"The room was spinning
My taste buds were on fire...

These words that I've just now written for you,
Are my thoughts and feelings that I suspect are...