Nothing in the world
Can change as much as me...

I used to be a person
I used to actually feel...

The blood slowly drips
The inky smell...

A petal of love
A drop of blood...

Everyone wants freedom in some sort of way,
but freedom means no rules...

What are we
who are we...

No picture nor painting
can compare...

A tragedy is a horrible thing.
We try to avoid it, but sometimes it just happens...

I see a dew drop
fall from life...

The bells of freedom ring
the people of freedom sing...

I like to think that you have gone somewhere
and that you're not completely gone...

How do you tell someone
something you can't even...