Emptied

Sometimes, we give to receive.
But there are times, when we give, only to give some more.
Until there is nothing left at all.
And that is when we fall.

Your silence is murder.

To a Girl

"This is to a girl who got into my head,
With all the pretty things she did.
Hey, you know,
You keep me up in bed.

This is to a girl who got into my head,
With all these fucked up things I did.
Hey, maybe, baby,
You could keep me up in bed."

If only it was easy.

If only...

No one ever gets to see what could've been.

The choices we make

Only regrets and mistakes.

And the demons we know

Only mirrors will show.

Criminal

"Leave me out with the waste

This is not what I do.

It's the wrong kind of place

To be thinking of you.

It's the wrong time

For somebody new.

It's a small crime

And I got no excuse."