The snow came down and took their breath away
this was a perfect day for the words they both had...

I look in my mirror and see this hopless girl
fighting a war against herself...

Laugh until your voice hurts get in trouble for...

And i would give up everything i have
just to be happy again...

Dear Heart,
i died a little when he called me pretty...

No chances but this being blown like this bullet...

Like a slave,
not black but white...

I am that book on that shelf
in the back with the dust...

I dont need you, i never did
i was too blind to see...

I take out a paper and pen
i scribble your name...

Is living a happy healthy life even imaginable...

Your coat in the cold,
the warmth to your soul...