My solemn oath, my knife
by this is give my word...

We were getting so close
and then you pulled away...

A week and two days
that's how long its been...

Right so here it is.. this weekend i have to go to...
any ideas...

I see through their weaved disguise
i see the sorrow behind their eyes...

Have u ever sat and wondered why
A boy was taught to nevr cry...

Here's two random little quotes.. one Fromm...
something was dead in each of us...

I'm lying here on my bed
all these thoughts going thru my head...

You know those days
when nothing specific is wrong...

The questions asked
the glares thrown at me...

All alone i sit here
i only want to die...

I closed my mind..
i chose not to tell...