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.

I miss you.
Why do I feel guilty to say that?
Why does it feel wrong?
What's going on?

I miss you.
You, who I've made the center of my life.
I miss you
You, who will grow to hate me in time.

Afraid to live.
Afraid to die.
All I'm sure of is I miss you.
I'm sorry.

I miss you.

We touched upon it briefly
in a moment passing swiftly
on a breeze so many years ago,

the words I whispered softly
drifted to you oh so gently
as the sun set on an ocean all aglow,

we were really young and carefree
we were that naive we could not see
that life would take and shake us to and fro,

those saffron days, those summer dreams
the plans we made alas it seems
had faded long before the autumns glow,

but at least we felt it briefly
for a moment that passed swiftly
on a breeze so many, many years ago...

Eve and Steve
love drinking sherry
getting merry so dose Mary
really scary, she has eyes for all the guys.

Jane told Wayne that Jim´s a pain
and then ran off with his mate Shane.

Gary is the one for Carrie,
the one she really wants to marry
and Doris who´s a florist really fancies Boris
whose older brother Norris
drives a nineteen sixties Morris.  

Now, Pat who lives in her own flat
has eyes for Jim because he´s slim
she really has a thing for him,
and her friend Sandie´s sister Mandy
is going out with a bloke called Randy,
whose friend is Wayne....Sandie´s latest flame.

Scary Mary longs for John who´s cousin
Peter is dating Rita, she´s Steve´s  youngest
sister, his older sister Pam is going to marry Sam
whose brother Terry loves drinking sherry............

A grey and rainy day
A day to wash away the pain
Clean the slate before fate decides
The pain is here to stay

A person to specialise in fixing my problems
When I myself have trouble trying to solve them
A psychologist for someone as messed up as me
Can they really fix it?
Well I guess we'll see

I got so much anger
Yeah it's balled up deep within
Massages don't do **** for me
It's deeper than the muscles under my skin

It's all up in my mind
And a part of my anatomy
Can you really fix my anger
When it's coded in my chemistry?

I'm not too sure
But I really hope it works
Because if it doesn't I'll probably collapse
Either that or go bezerk

Down the other alley
Is a depression so deep
You can almost taste the water when
You're drowning in your sleep

But asleep or dead
I know it's all up in my head
Every problem can be solved with time
Rather than force the end

The problem with me is
Whilst I can write
Talking to others about my problems
Is probably my hardest fight

So hopefully I work well
With my new psychologist
And hopefully she doesn't become
An anger antagonist