It's almost midnight- the car is gaining speed and we're passing world after world. There is no destination, baby, it's all about the journey as we fade into the night.
The Christmas Blues are falling like snow- they chill me to the bone. I'm all wrapped up in the Christmas Blues just like the presents underneath your tree
You’ve been following me out to sea hoping to find paradise on my voyage but I am nothing but shipwreck and storm; a tsunami leaving nothing but chaos in its wake.
Dear Diary; I think I've figured out why I enjoy staying up so late. It's 2:44 am and the world is quiet. No one expects anything from me nor do I expect anything from anyone. It's just me and the silence.
Who left you so broken that your eyes now cut deeper than the sharpest knife? We are left with such hatred weighed upon our hearts and all we can do is laugh.