I still can't find a way to get you off of my mind. The signs of a young mind lost....but a way it will find. To be deepend with hurt, lost, or pain. To be poisened with sadnes or everlasting shame. The sound of my cries deepens my thought, of a long love war I have once fought.The out cry of whimpers from a depressed soul. From a man I once thought, kept me whole.