Blame, blame, blame
You think this is all a game...
There's no reason to feel that way,
'cause I can take the pain away...
I stand by her grave
And I begin to weep...
Best friends
untill the end...
There's something that has yet been said
Those three words that I've eagerly want to utter...
Has there been no question for delay,
I have not...
There are more than a thousand faults,
that I have made...
Before you came here
we were looking for another leader...
I remember the day when i found out you was here...
We only just met
not so long ago...
Why do I feel this way? Can it be real?
The feeling I have is something I shouldn't feel...
She was a strega:
I saw her making magic...