To you, my lost love If you'd like an insight Into why men feel compelled To pursue a younger model As they get old It is as simple as this Men are liars and their equals In female regentis Are immune to these foibles And all consequences So they seek those who see them As they where once in requiem Honest and virtuous, rather than Desparate and flirtuous I know as I am one A cliché in transience It is not lack of beauty, but the bare nakedness of our lies that exposes men To the harshness of judgement about everything we try to cover up We are liars, cheats and vagabonds But when we say that we love you It is true

Awakenings Mr lonely, can't you see me sitting slowly The world is going to end tonight Don't you listen, you've got to get me out of here The world is going to end they think its alright It's alright if I'm joking, but I was only hoping That someone can be wrong about being right And the contempt that I'm feeling, holds no special meaning So hold my hand and understand that everything is going to be Simply and wonderfully, eventually the very best things for me Can't you hear me, I'm thinking clearly Can't you hear me can't you see me don't you want me to believe in every word that I am screaming to the laughter of the crowd? I am everything you need and I am more than you can give and all these things are purely just a way of making sure we are awake now. Mr lonely, can't you see that we were drowning And I thought that we would die You've got to get us out of here, we've got to get some sleep Before the rain comes down and soaks us through, through the hope you might be feeling, makes it seem appealing But ignorance at best will make it worse And I have to make it understood, at least somebody should The loss of #life is tragic, and this is nothing like it. I think that we'll survive, and I'm glad we are alive...

Feels Like Christmas ...I love it! He shouts and he's laughing and his thoughts are bigger than his words And he knows that nothing could be better than imagination and thinking that she nearly loved him too. And she laughs, and she loves to let him hold her, but he told her that he really thinks he wants to be in love Or enough to help him sleep And to be a better person, than he really is And nothing, nothing feels like this And it is warm inside, but cold these tears and the summer is ours... But it feels like Christmas "I love you" is written in whispers And it feels like love And I love it! ...she said with her eyes on fire and her thoughts are somewhere nearer desire 'Forgive' he says with a tear inside but she laughs and leaves this strangers place And he falls and he screams for darkness but it never helps When it comes he tries so hard to die, that she pities him with a kiss As meaningless as helplessness and selfishness can be To fragile minds at play And I love it And I love it and I love her And I love it and I love her And it will always feel like this...

Losing You Hold me, I think I might be broken. If I should break again I cannot see all that she has done after all that we have said Now I need her more than she needs me. And all these things I do, tell me that I'm losing you and this raging sea washes you from under me I can't forget the way you made me bleed And everything you do comes back to me, love me She leaves me now, I'm falling down and I wish that you could know, before you go That I loved you every time and I wish we could have tried Love me, I think I might be crying. I know that I can't hold it in again. I thought it was a joke when you spoke and all you said was 'Thankyou, For being there when I needed someone else' And I'm losing you, with every word abusing you and this raging sea stretches out in front of me I can't forget the way you made me feel and every time you run you run to me, love me Oh there's something in my head, it's wonderful I hoped it would be you, just you Oh there's something on my mind, I lost myself and now I'm losing you...

Fifteen Years They found him in the bed where they had slept For fifteen years with the letters that he kept Which were written to an ordinary girl Who had nothing in the world And the words explaining why she had gone Said 'I love you but I just can't carry on, Your self abuse is killing every day And I had to get away'. Because it wears her out And it weighs her down It turns her over The words were ours His father said a prayer into his hands And said 'It's tragic but I'll never understand After all the sickness that he'd seen Why he couldn't make it clean' They found her near the end of the street The papers said she never learned to speak So she smiled and dropped the needle to the floor It really doesn't matter any more Because the words were ours they weighed me down they turned me over over and over again All these words are all we leave they're all that you are they're all we have