I guess the little Pickachu
Is all that I have left of you...
I have found my Khal
The Moon of my life...
Before you I was shut down
Closed off from all emotions...
My heart had turned to stone
I had become the bitter broken girl...
was I just a game to you?
someone you could woe on the side...
Hope kills everything good inside
Clinging to me like silent death...
Here's the thing
I broke down...
Sometimes Letting go
Hurts less then the burns...
Wondering mind
Lust filled thoughts...
What happens when the beauty has lost her beast?
And a cold wind has blown its way into her heart...
You were
my own perfect piece...
Remember our promise
If you jump...