The answer is no, even before you ask

Ke$ha - The Harold Song

I miss your soft lips I miss your white sheets

I miss the scratch of your unshaved face on my cheek
And this is so hard cause I didn't see
That you were the love of my life and it kills me

I see your face in strangers on the street
I still say your name when I'm talking in my sleep
And in the limelight, I play it all fine
But I can't handle it when I turn off my night light

But I can't handle it when I turn off my night light


They say that true love hurts, well this could almost kill me
Young love murdered, that is what this must be
I would give it all to not be sleeping alone

Alone

The life is fading from me while you watch my heart bleed
Young love murdered, that is what this must be
I would give it all to not be sleeping alone

Alone

Remember the time we jumped the fence

When The Stones were playing and we were too broke to get in
You held my hand and they made me cry

While I swore to God it was the best night of my life
Or when you took me across the world

We promised that this will last forever but now I see

It was my past life, a beautiful time
Drunk off of nothing but each other till the sun rised.

Drunk off of nothing but each other till the sun rised.

They say that true love hurts, well this could almost kill me
Young love murdered, that is what this must be
I would give it all to not be sleeping alone

Alone

The life is fading from me while you watch my heart bleed
Young love murdered, that is what this must be
I would give it all to not be sleeping alone

Alone

It was a past life, a beautiful time.
Drunk off of nothing but each other till the sun rised

They say that true love hurts, well this could almost kill me
Young love murdered, that is what this must be
I would give it all to not be sleeping alone

Alone

The life is fading from me while you watch my heart bleed
Young love murdered, that is what this must be
I would give it all to not be sleeping alone

Alone

The Children of the Dead

Trapped like flies
In sticky sap
The more they struggle,
The more they collapse;

Enveloped with guilt,
Like a burning ooze,
With no reprieve,
They endure the past;

Nowhere to go--
Neither forward
Nor back--

Like the desert,
Parched and cracked,
They can only wait
For the winter rain.

The Storm

By Herbie Hippo

I hear you walking down the hall
and like an earth quake
my body shakes
afraid to feel the pain
or your cold hand
afraid to hear
the razor sharp words
that pour out of your evil mouth
afraid that an any minute
I could be lying on the floor
with no feeling
just bleeding
I hear you open my door
a shearing pain
runs through my body
the door comes flying open
almost as if
trying to escape its hinges
all I hear is a muffled screaming
like a pillow over your head
in a thunder storm
he is like a tornado
coming right in my direction
and there I sit
in total shock
saying nothing
doing nothing
just sitting
afraid.