Excuse me!
I've been trying to get your attention over here...

I fight to keep the words inside,
to let them turn, and to burn alive...

J, January is the month that you made me your...
E, Every good thing that you made me feel in this...

My heart's a blood-stained mess;
a remainder of WW III, at best...

When I look into your eyes,
A million words float to mind...

Your lies captivate me,
And they give me something to live for...

The words, the teases, the hurt,
All rolled into one ball...

Flowing black hair;
Pale white skin...

My friend Adam, has got it going on,
My friend Adam, has got it going on...

This guitar made with heart strings has been...
Slowly they snap and I feel this becoming so...

Did your heart twist and turn on you?
And did life flash before your eyes...

I know that I don't know you,
And that I probably never will...