Our story was cursed From the very beginning
Abandoned Space
My heart is a dusty attic That has been left
Smother
I don’t need you If all you’re going to do
Missed/ Mixed Messages
His phone is ringing again And again and again
Under the Covers
Make love to my bed In a lonely parody
Keeper
Put my life on hold For a broken promise
No Bridge to Cross
Power out, misery A cold night
Unkissed
You won't kiss me goodbye You lost that right The second you decided to leave
Construct or Destruct?
I told you to build a bridge When all I wanted Was to burn it down And laugh in the ashes -Kel Dayheart
Questions Left Unanswered
Did you know then That you were lying Or did you really believe That the promised were true Did you know then How much I needed You to keep those promises So I wouldn't break Did you know then That you were going to be The one, the only one To shatter me... Continue Reading →
Fragment of a Figment 