Cold floors,
Hard walls...

I am a sleepless dreamer,
and a dreamless sleeper...

Memories of family events, no longer mine,
I used to think they cared, upon a time...

World History and the past,
learn we do in Mr. Carter's class...

Never ever will I regret,
the times I spent with you...

I'm fine 'till I'm all alone,
with nothing but my thoughts...

And so it begins with the new day,
wake up and your mind races...

As I sit upon my Balcony,
high above your world...

Pains of the heart,
your one and only, you yourself...

The uncertainty is here
why is nothing clear...

And poetry breathes for me,
it pumps my heart with faster beats...

And she cries big crimson tears of pain,
as the blood driped to her palm...