Do you ever feel like you don’t belong?

Look around and feel like everything is all wrong?

That you can’t fit with all your crazy dreams?

Or maybe that this isn’t really your scene?

But not as in a bad way,
but more as in a good

That you knew your life has been somehow off

Like you believe more than your friends

Or maybe that you knew you were just a little different

Have you ever looked around and wondered why light has become your enemy?

You may be broken,
but you can now see

You may have fallen deep,
but you can still be set free

Because there’s a little saying that you should know,
it might be common to those around

That god knows,
even angels fall

After I discovered
The light in your eye,
I finally recovered from
the existing high
I cannot comprehend the future, goodbye
but I can pretend that there is not a why
Even when you consume my mind


~ H.M & C.H

See for me
this place has begun to feel a little haunted

At first I thought it was haunted by you
but now I think it was haunted by me

But no ghost is at peace until it finally moves on

I need a change
And I think you do too

This place needs new life
So please
make our old home
your new home
For it is now ghost free

My heart breaks
As I'm in a state of confusion
I don't know what to do
Or how I'm feeling

My head aches
At the thoughts of your voice
But my heart says different
Did I make the right choice?

You hurt me my dear
I cried many tears of sorrow
For my heart was shattered
It feels very hollow

But you didn't care
Don't act like you did
It's okay though
I'll be fine in the end

4 o'Clock
4 o'Clock
Never let me sleep
I close my eyes and pray
For the garish light of day
Like a frightened child I run
From the sleep that never comes

4 o'Clock
4 o'Clock
Out of bed I creep
To climb this tower of shame
But the hour's still the same
Only madness knows my name
At 4 o'Clock


Why can we never go back to bed?
Whose is the voice ringing in my head?
Where is the sense of these desperate dreams?
Why should I wake when I'm half asleep?


Sure as the clock keeps its steady chime
Weak as I walk to its steady rhyme
Ticking away from the ones we love
So many boys, so little time

Why can we never go back to sleep?

For tears that fall
On hollow cheeks
When the weeks feel like years
And the years feel like weeks.

And you sit by a grave
Where the roses grow
But the rose that you seek
Is buried below.

You have my heart
Heavy with sorrow
For the velvet rose
With no tomorrow.