when you are alone
who is it you think of
is that why you phone
How Lucky (You Can Be) – Written March 1995 (Aged 20)
i sold her the story of my life
and she used it as a tool
to leave me broken in two
I Can See – Written Thursday 9th March 1995 (Aged 20)
ration in the future
not you or me
i wonder, whilst we wait to descend –
into the perils of a multicoloured life
if this is not already the end
What Happens – Written Thursday 9th March 1995 (Aged 20)
what happens
when you end up depending
you are never there when people need you
with her is the time you are spending
Worth Living After All – Written Thursday 9th March 1995 (Aged 20)
today i came to terms –
with some feelings –
that i have for someone else
Just You and Me – Written March 1995 (Aged 20)
hen the morning does not come good
when things do not go right
and you wish they would
Within Myself – Written March 1995 (Aged 20)
but i have got a letter from you
so i read it in my mind
and soon i have got thoughts of you
Night Time’s So Alone – Written Monday 6th March 1995 (Aged 20)
i used to be me
and to be me –
used to be something new
now i am older
i feel kind of shot through
Positive – Written Monday 6th March 1995 (Aged 20)
i can really move somewhere else
if you knew how much i cared
makes me scared
sun streaks across the daytime sky
like a shooting star in the blackest night
Learning To Hold My Breath – Written Monday 6th March 1995 (Aged 20)
at least you know i am here
i wander blind,
and everything remains unseen
