So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything

Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again

Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting

The pen must be
 mightier than the sword
 For there is nothing that
 will spill your guts faster
 than a bit of ink that says


I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark

I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back

Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on

If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing

I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we