Just take a fucking good look at just what you did; you set a raging fire in the heart of a kid. your words and the message you sent are held in my heart as they burn inside my head. burns, it�s burning inside my head, even if you chose a different path to tread. i guess it was something inside, it was something more to us. so you chose a different path from the one you once set. that�s just the cycle of life so take your steps ahead. that doesn�t change one thing in my life i�ll never cease to keep your words alive. because i still believe in what was said i�ll hold on to the last thread i still believe in what was said your absence doesn�t bring my values death i guess it was something inside, it was something more to us. a "hero�s fall" can never change what i think because at the core of my heart this is something more than ink. Something more than ink.... On a page, on a shirt, on the back of my hand. Something written in stone, words we wrote in stone.