Everything you are falls from the sky like a star. But.

I am just the covers on top of your bed. Do you really only hold me up like this, because you do not know who I really am? I have got headaches and bad luck, but they could not touch you..

I asked for your love, but you turned away. I wanted to reach you, but I do not know where to begin.

You are the closest to heaven that I will ever be and I do not want to go home right now. I just want you to know who I am.

You are the only one I have ever believed in, the answer that could never be found. But.

I guess it is the thought that counts when words do not come easy. So, I guess I will bleed in silence.

Did we create the modern myth, because I am not running from you.

I relive it without pain, but once upon a time I could control myself. Maybe it is because you are a regular decorated emergency. And.

You cannot take the kid out of the fight.

You are my tear catcher.