Drowning In Pool Of blood,
Lying in a flood of mud...

Have you ever had a feeling,
That just doesn't go away...

Pictures and Memories,
Falling into place...

I'm sick of always writing poems,
And how i know just what to say...

I searched the streets,
I Checked your room...

Are we going to live this way forever,
Always saying never...

I touched your lips,
And told you to wait...

Young Little Dreamer,
Don't You Cry...

There your sitting,
You don't Realize...

There lives had been taken,
There lives had Ben stole...

I feel locked up,
From how it lose to be...

Bad things,
And good things...