Reconstruct the strands of vigilant time
and cull the pixaleted history...
I have found, in all my years that men are...
They grovel before whom they take fancy...
You can't blame me for this.
Can't blame me for the hurt...
There are points of silence circling the heart.
They are itself...
When you feel the cold breeze
that's me breathing...
So, she walks down her ile.
touching herself, thinking about him...
In a torn branch that was withered in the wind
A silence errodes its beckoning call...
Drink in the mirror on the bathroom wall.
Miss yourself and miss the pieces that fall...
I see your face
as in the mirror I gaze...
As the chittering grows
From the jittering bugs...
Falling from darkness
To a place I don't know...
Heart as cold as ice
Mind messed up...