They hide beneath white sheets a sparrows voice inspires his every thought shes glad to see the sun, that once was so timid his eyes light with endearment as he watches her twirl he lays beneath a tree that calms, tension was his only fault her naive mind, ignores his stare of admiration.

Give me your eyes so that when I'm gone I am able to see the grief caused hot tears for those who cared but, blinded who will you chose, after I've gone away.

"Here to haunt me again?" I asked "I've told you i do not haunt, I am just a reminder of regreted mistakes" "Why should i be reminded" "History has a way of repeating itself" This was too true, I could not deny the feeling that this love must fade out has been here before and a heart must be broken. I then realized something new, a feeling to keep it alive. My past then lit up with my relization "I do not have t0 be repeated" and there it disapeared along with the feeling of faded love.

the city is dead, nothing grew from concrete. your attempt to drive me into insanity has failed. for once you can not tempt me why do you think i would still want what i can not have when i have everything i could want. I will never give this up for you.

Off towards her, a continuous chase Scream like she's British, although she is of French descent Tear off your clothes, they will only slow you The only game she will humor is that of the chase Take a hold, capture her in plaid A pearl tipped tree in a speckled wood Take shape of the coil Interest her in a train towards stone covered roads Where porcelain eyes will pierce the glow of her cheeks Through the tunnel will be answers Shake them into me Repeat them so it becomes my inner self words become an illness letters a virus eating at my very soul

Even from the fire I still froze, nothing can faze me, I can only bring you down into my deepest grave. The hardest part was when i left you to become my own, I'm not worthy of your time, you've given me something I never chose. I can only bring you down into my deepest grave, The nights will seem like wonder, when my heels touch the streets of Montreal. Im not worthy of your time, you've given me something I never chose, Pooled in my mind are the drinks consumed by the thoughts of you. The nights will seem like wonder, when my heels touch the streets of Montreal, Threads become my veins I'll live to impress them all. Pooled in my mind are the drinks consumed by the thoughts of you, I cannot be laced in your problems it will only cause me pain. Threads become my veins I'll live to impress them all, I'll sleep with myself and no one else. I cannot be laced in your problems it will only cause me pain, Blank spaces scream not to be empty, every hole needing to be filled. I'll sleep with myself and no one else, And this will be for you, my true honesty. Blank spaces scream not to be empty, every hole needing to be filled. The drink of my choice will numb the consistent thoughts. And this will be for you, my true honesty, From the fire i still froze, nothing can faze me. The drink of my choice will numb the consistent thoughts. The hardest part was when i left you to become my own.

When your feeling lonesome a sinister grin can kill, now gone i echo through your head, we heard them stirring in the dead of night, " WE'RE ALIVE, WE'RE ALIVE!" no time to explain all there is to know is "we're alive!" A new series of a hunter green blur rushes by, "There's someone you've got to meet, she will kill you with love; love love love." So I stand and I breathe, with my lungs, cold, wet air. Waiting for her, I stood, buried in thoughts of burning hair, draped in flowers, (you must be careful where you lay your head.) There is such a lot of world to see. SPRING to life, budding conversations with the heartless ones, we would meet up with sad singers, swaying to a rhythm we didn't have to admire. A new hunger would arise needing A meal that was memorized

A mist drawn skull reflected on heated glass, you saw death before it came, I can see a lot in you, a fires flame turned blue. A Sinatra voice, lulling her into a mossy daze, Now a danger to myself, a self portrait on the wall. In the house, your a lover in a hole, an inescapable soul, A hideous thing inside, I waited patiently for it to emerge. Now needing restriction, i could no longer obey a strange conviction, Trying to respect unwanted honor, you held your tongue and listened. Decisions unable to make, typical to cling to memories you can not fake, You could have fallen into red lips and a yellow bruise. Salty water in her eyes, hiding from ever growing lies. In the end you will be tired, eventually put to rest.