The cellist plays to our humble hearts
Gently lulling us and loving us...
The darkest of roses, like the black night sky.
Begins to wither, and turns away shy...
I was full of myself, full of my sorrow,
And carefully chose the sharpest razor...
As I wake up every morning, you're the only...
Any warmth from my bed sheets makes me think about...
Every day is a day that feels like no other when...
Every thing that I think is a thought like no...
I was alone in the house
the other day...
One day while filled with gloominess, when all...
For me the end was very near, those darkest hours...
I heard a song from a few days that made me...
And made me sing along, when words to say to you...
Til the sunrise I'll stay with you. Til the...
It seems I was right.
You didn't pick me...
In the night I sit alone and think how small is my...
And to think of you, and your touch, just my mind...
Nothing is the lack of thought, feeling...
This is the word that spills with disdain from...