Dead trees,
No more pestering flies...

I could never tell you face to face that I love...
I just freeze up and forget what to say...

She was tough,
Tougher then a storm...

'Till death do us part'
I see no small print whispering...

Crunching on frozen ice,
Blood dripping as I take a slice...

Alone,
She waited for him to return...

How’s your life?
Is it stabbing you with a sharp knife...

I hear,
The rustling of keys...

Being a girl,
Isn't the best...

It's fun to be late,
To go against the grain...

I wish you were there,
Running your fingers through my hair...

For once I was happy,
Those were the days...