A memory is just a memory
that can only stay fresh...
When I talk with my father
about guys and their sweet...
Monsters have awaken me,
How horrible life is I'm living in a sin...
You can't save me
From myself...
I've always dreampt,
dreams so real...
You say I don't get what you mean,
Thinking you're the pity queen...
Silly little girl,
don't fool yourself...
As these thoughts and feelings race through my...
Everything seems like its fake and just a dream...
Dreams do come true,
i say to myself after having...
There she goes,
There goes that girl...
If souls could speak and the waves could lap at...
If I could question you without an unsure voice...
Make music from my goodbye
as my hand unfurls and you learn...