I've got nothing left to say.
It's like the words ran away.
And I'm stuck between these walls
just because I lost it all.
What am I supposed to do
when my inspiration was you?
Between these pages I'm stuck.
Now let's just wait for luck.
I'm resting here quite regally,
The feature of the table.
Surrounded by potatoes
Raindrops on window panes
Stars at night that are just airplanes
Sparks of light
Fumbling, stumbling,
around in the dark.
Fighting, igniting,
flames from
When I am born, you are here
In your eye, I see a tear
Time flies and already I'm
I'm sitting here trying to get over you.
Let's get one thing straight; I'm only 19 and tr
Life is a series of written pages,
Climaxes and minimum wages.
The words so caref
You brought me sunshine
when I only saw rain.
You brought me laughter
whe
A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift,
A friend is someone
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
I start my journey on having faith
That someday I'll find my day
I know this day
