She sang of a tortured heart, of innocence lost at childhood and crying blood at the foot of heaven’s door for someone
age of worry
for the people who think no one understands
It's been a while
And sometimes I catch myself begging my head to save me from the foolishness of my heart. — 1:29 (how much pain can we hold in before we explode?)
Clipped Wings and Fallen Angels
This same pain again
Our love is like the wave of the ocean....