I know this poem used to be called...
I'm led here on the sofa...

I know Steph already put this poem on for me, but...
Hold on to your life...

At that time I didn't think you'd,
Be a memory...

Why does life have to be,
So god damn complicated...

Sorrow's resistant,
And the pain's existent...

Again, more unfinished lyrics. I've been writing a...
We,ve parted ways...

These are some lyrics I wrote a few nights ago...
The night whispers...

Innocent strains of child-like playfulness
A slow and weakened drawl escaping his lips...

Dear old friend
I don't know what to say...

Do you want to know how it feels
To have your heart ripped apart...