People complain about their lifes,
about getting dumped...

I regret...
every move that i make...

She was perfect
she had it all...

The stolen kisses,
Are allways the sweetest...

Through good times and the bad,
Always by my side...

It's been a bad day,
I'm getting used to it now...

Underneath the clothes, the skin,
the laugh, the smile...

First minute you see the person,
In a half an hr u like the person...

Unrequited love...
what does that exactly mean...

Everything I do.
Everything I say...

This paper is my skin,
This pen is my razor...

Sometimes thats how it is in life
your best friend becomes the knife...