TWENTY-ELEVEN

Cold wind blows, trouble's in the air i'm ghostin it should be u insidethis body i'm hostin, duckin and dodgin fallin i smell hell, deep deep in my subconsious it dwells i need to see her be with her closer than u know, my love for burns like a thousand hot suns, im there at the brink ofbein wit her and boom i fall down down deep into the gound there pullin her away, lonely and so cold i feel like this is my destiny to grow old, by myself, no one to love more than a friend, im slowly dyin inside, my pain is true it's alive, maybe that's it a stupid circle game i wont be a part of rather have heart break than heart ache, i need u but i cant wait, it just maybe to late for me to love again, im dyin friend, good bye twenty ten i just pray 20-11 it wont start again, end.