Thought life would end, thought love was dumb. Little was it known it could be succumbed. Lost love is found pain, found pain is sudden death. It don't make sense to have this happen, to be left in the rain. It raining down hard with volts of insane. Gone with the wind, hearts flew on by, every little piece and crack very high. Lost love is found pain, and found pain is SUDDEN DEATH.
March 23, 2011