If you, my beloved, believe
The truth rather than my attempts of scaring you...

Another day nears its end
as night dances around the horizon...

Can you hear my heart's breath?
Shallow and ragged, unsure of its meaning...

I perch on the soft leather couch in the foreign...
My head in my hands, my heart thrumming like the...

Deep in the bowels of a delightful, fairytale...
Sits a little cottage nestled between two weeping...

I stare all around me
Blood producing words...

Have you ever felt like you shouldn't feel the way...
Like you weren't good enough so you shouldn't care...

Your fingers intertwined with mine
Your lips on my own softly...

This beach, one of morbid solitude,
invigorates the dreamer within me...

[Talking]
Go, go get the lighter...

There it is... That feeling of utter devotion
To one person. It blooms in my stomach...

I sat on that old black leather couch, alone,
My fingers absently playing with that velvet box...