Those black dayz which overwhelm my life's esteem, remain hard heartidly within my dreams, black dayz in the summer when it seems I am at my lonliest, and reminesent is ever present and friends are at their phoniest, yet lively I take my bumps and my lumps the goodside with the badside, dried like my tattoo ink, nights are much darker stars stretched across the skies, seeing other couples walking my emptiness despised, wanting ever to get over this certain loss, before my mind brakes or ruptures at loves cost, I can't explain these black mornings I wish for rain, so no one can enjoy joy and I can better hide my pain, I am an empty being stranger and more cruel cursed with these black dayz that only love can cure, I lone for the times when I had a love secure, no use for this language wholeheartedly I am hardly here, except to register these black dayz on the scale of fear, I want to leave from this world of flesh and bone, no longer the prisoner of these black dayz now I am free to rome,