The poor souls,
not yet even lived to see...

Falling,
falling...

I never meant
to fall in love with you...

Promises were broken
and love was lost...

I still have all the pictures
and all the old poems...

Our sweaty palms
hold each others tightly...

The walls have ears,
my dear...

They say you never know what you have
until it's gone...

People are blind
and naive...

Tears turn to Fire.
Grief to Power...

"Freak"
"Slut&quot...

A new day,
but same jerks calling names...