Maybe I'll write poetry
Maybe I'll sing you a song...

It was real, baby;
you're just too afraid to admit it...

Captivating and amazing
You\'re the boy of all my dreams...

To Stephen Michael Dale
Happy Valentine's Day, baby...

You say that you love me
and i want to believe you...

Forget the promises you made to me
Throw all these lies in my face...

Friday night stories are ones of love and...
...Of sadness and defeat...

The clock is blinking
my time's run out...

Black tears stream down her cheeks
And slowly drip onto the pillow where she sleeps...

So I sit here all alone
Wondering about it all...

You always seem to know
just when it hurts the most...

This conformity is trying to envelop me
I am oblivious to speech...