…Hear the silent sighing song A moment of calm before the storm My heart, so violently beats along. Leaving me to want to end it all. I weep for a dream in a grave. The one that made all lips go blue. I read the words…

…Sweet little words made for silence Not talk Young heart for love Not heartache Dark hair for catching the wind Not to veil the sight of a cold world Kiss while your lips are still red While he's still silent Rest…

…You all have the sama fun, breaking bones, all the nights, you think we havent seen it, its the raw life, what you really give to your friends, you tell what you see, but you do it all yourself, then you want attention…