• the blood on my hand
    holds no muder
    the sweet taste of love
    is now over
    I love you is want i wanted to say
    I hate you is all that came out
    gary is in the air
    the monsoon is coming
    I remder when you ran with me
    now you gone
    In the rain
    tears for the sky
    well always stay
    when I lose myself I think of you
    well be together very soon
    running thought the monsoon