The sun casts my shadow
in front of me...

Look at my
little gold locket...

Eyeliner eyes, painted mouthes,
dyed and chopped...

I have so many things drowning in my mind.
I want to cry but my tears won't save them...

Her wings,
like the fragile, soapy outside of a bubble...

I contemplate the blade,
thinking about its...

His eyes burn like fire in the night,
pinning her to the floor...

The light reflects off the
pieces of my...

Leave a hand-print
on my soul...

Warning Warning Mayday
We're going down tonight but are...

Why can't things be easier?
There are too many 'maybes' and 'I don't knows...

She walks onto the dance floor,
all of shimmery lips, and batting...