If you could of only seem the pain behind her eyes
Drenched in sorrow and disappointment
She ran,
Far away from the tombstone love.
Sprinted away from all her fears
The man who kept the rocky road of her past a secret
The man who knew her for what she was
A wounded butterfly, that crookedly floats along life
Someday I long to be with her down her lonely road again...
A bandage for her broken wing, and the gentle breeze that guides her along.

Dark clouds and stormy skies  
are always hidden behind the sunniest of days

Even the most beautiful weather has  a chance of showers, with the possibility of hurricanes

One can never really tell if future skies hold the storm of the century or the most tranquil of seas

Even during the most perfect of days one should bring a rain coat and a floatation device in case beauty does cease.

He's finding his way back to sanity, again
Carefully trending through his shadows
desperate for changes, and starving for truth
He's still hanging by the moment he held on to.

His heart was calculative and cold
But he now sits in warm embrace.  

He still knows his lovers face,
But he longs for love's new taste.

His chains have been broken
And he now walks free
He's spinning around, but hanging  on tight
This time he will gracefully fall into heaven's true embrace.

I can't believe he loved her so,
She put a bullet in his brain,
She left him there, like a stone,
And let him lye in pain

His last dying wish was for her to love him
As he laid in pools of blood.
I'm not sure if it was lack of consciousness
Or that his veins were filled with mud.  

Those who slowly pass his grave,
Say you can still hear him cry,
"where are you my love...?"
"I need you, before i can truly die.

I hope one day you'll remember, how i used to be
Like the time we met, and you feel asleep next to me
I'm not crazy...I'm just a little unwell
The fact I couldn't express my passion, was complete hell

I know we had our good times, and we had some bad ones too,
But after I become myself once again, I want to make things up to you

I remember the night you cried in my arms
Sharing your every secrets, expecting no harm
I know the way it ended, I torn us apart,
But, my dear, you'll always have a place in my heart

I must admit I lost all control
This aliment was way too much for my dying soul
I broke our connection...That was something more
But I don't expect you to come knocking back at my door  

Since that tragic day I've never forgotten your face
I was completely out of line, and out of place

But if you could some how see me during my darkest hour
My heart could finally start growing sweet, and a slowly less sour.

In this life, I guess some of us just get completely abanded, are self suffocating, and can never be loved...
I just wish it wasn't me.

I wake up every morning
Wishing I had died the day before
Life is not worth living
When everything's a choir

I put on a smile
To hide my face,
My soul rotting
At a steady pace

In six months, I'll be unknown
My face forgotten
I'll have
Decayed alone

My only regret
Is never hearing those
Three little words...

But I suppose it's something
I just didn't deserve.