Fragments of my mind
Falling to the ground...

Scars on her ankle
scars on her legs...

A love I always held
Locked away in my heart...

He told her to let him go
That he cant love her anymore...

I sit beside
the old oak tree...

In the dictionary
the definition of amazing is...

I wish I could see myself
the way you see me...

Fold the paper
Corner to corner...

What is the point of this
hollow bleak existence...

Little Carole Jean
You were born to early...

Its times like this
when its quiet and still...

You are only a month old
so you wont understand right now...