is it the truth of life
that man is bound to eternal strife
to be ripped apart by deep betrayal
or to live in the lees of formidable ale
...
On a sheet of glass i stand
holding this cold flesh in my hand
suspended dangerously amist clouds and sky
should i hold on or should i fly
...
I knew this was coming
I saw it fall
The person I’m hurting
Is me after all
...
You left me here on the side of the street
Watching you drive away with my heart
I felt my stomach dropp down to my feet
And now I don’t know where to start
...