I thought what we had would last forever
but I guess nothing ever does.
Eventually it all would've died down.
I mean even the brightest flames eventually burn down to nothing.
Is that what we are? Nothing to each other now?
Have we gone back to being s t r a n g e r s ?

(a.d)

There is some truth in my lies.
Some demons that hide deep inside.
I am happy -- that's a lie.
I do despise those eyes I try so hard to hide.
My laughter is often forced
My smiles are often faked.
Sometimes I try so hard but I still hate --
hate the fate.
The fate I've been forced to take.

(a.d)

I'm scared to admit this
but, I miss you.
Is it bad that I wonder
if you think of me too?

(a.d)

I can't see the stars anymore.
Not where I live anyway.
Back when I was a child,
my mother would always tell me to look at the stars
when I felt helpless or down
because if the littlest stars can shine in the darkness--
then I can too.
Well I'm feeling down now mother.
What do I do now?
How am I supposed to look at the stars when there aren't any to look at mother?
If these stars can't shine through these
city skies,
how
can
I?

(a.d)

Sleep doesn't live here;
Just the monster
Under my bed
And the skeleton
In my closet
And your ghost
In my arms.