Death calls,
Blood falls.
Life is draining,
Souls are changing.

Hope has died,
Can no longer cry.
So here I bid,
Farwell and Goodbye.

Blood falls down,
And still there's no sound...
Silent screams,
Is what that means...
Though this is NOT a dream.
It's a nightmare,
End scene.

"With there being two of you there are two more hearts to break, two more dreams to take, two more lovers to die, and two more hopes to give up..."

"With each passing second of falling in love your heart becomes more and more breakable and your wings start to rip. Your soul changes and you lose your grip..."

"Eyes are the key to ones soul, and when you love you give them the key...and then they usually misplace it and you lose your way."

"And yet we love and love again, and with each passing love we lose ourselves and regain hurtful pain"

I'm movin' on, I'm chuggin' along, I'm gonna make it...I'll prove you wrong.

I hope for a better furture, while I long to live in the past.

I live to love, and I die not knowing the word.

These broken wings won’t let me fly, so all I can do is sit here and wait to die.