2007 June:

2007 April:

2007 March:

2006 November:

hundreds of times i've seen him fall down,
looked in his eyes but he couldn't be found.
i remember the days he crashed and burned,
since then he's not really much around.

i'd love to chill and to talk you again
to open up to you, to call you my friend
although all the memories still remain
you are never yourself, you simply pretend.

his fire still breathes and it makes me frown
he has much room to grow and yet he drowns
feeding lies to himself... disallowing concern
once was still is, but he says he has to learn.