I vividly found myself falling between the depths of popularity and of being a social outcast.
I tried to climb back up, but i kept falling down like the mercury in a thermometer in the middle of december.
My loneliness is just another black cloud rolling by in the storm that bubbles my mind.
Don't worry about, sweet mother of mine, in the middle of the cold dark night I wont let the darkness over come me, The fire inside me is still burning strong for those who love me so.
The smile in her eyes
brought tears to mine
T rays of her love
pulled me to the alter.
I was afraid to look behind me,
not knowing what to expect.
The minister broke the silence
with the words
we are gathered here
When the door blew open,
I fell to the floor.
sadness drew to my heart
as i sat holding her dead body
close to mind.
Tears now filled the room
that once filled with happiness.
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