Deaths' best friend
Is but Himself
The Reaper has no love
For anyone else

You wish for something
That wants you not
But will accept the life
You forgot

In His hands
You would sleep
If willingly you allowed Him
To reap

Do not fall,
Stay awhile
With me walk that
Extra mile

My thoughts need a voice
I just gotta make a choice
What should be said
And what should I keep in my head?

Pain is an experience I understand all too well
From the sting of winter to the inferno of Hell
The screams of torture you would never have heard
Because they stayed inside my head and stopped being words

They were in my throat but never left my mouth
Instead they turned tail and headed down south
They went into my heart, into my very soul
Took all the warmth from my body and turned it cold

Well-disposed warmth to others, unavailable to myself
That's when I started pretending to be someone else
So I convinced myself that love was all around
But in reality I had none for me and when I came to...

I hit the ground

Face first
In the dirt
Full of hurt

And I finally cried out

thair is many guys,
many girls too,
but still,
its you,

i looked far and wide,
to find the one, to be my bride,
your the one,
to shower me with pride,

i've found an angel,
a princess too,
a true work of heaven,
my one true love,
surley, for you