As this drug fills my soul
i begin to fight...

Black clouds
night sky...

Here i am
is this me...

A better season will follow this
in returning and rest...

The sympathy
of the nightingale cherry tree...

Is it safe to pretend
that i have not sinned...

In new life will bring another
continuing on bringing...

Repair
all of the lies...

Standing with the dirt between my toes
i drop to my knees...

Its something special
but its worth as much as life...

He’s got a syringe in his backpack...
A picture of his mom in a keep safe locket...

Sentimental
shes something like that...