It starts again.
New school, new friends...

"Tell me a story"
She's asking for news...

Who are the
pencil hearts in...

This is me,
with my love and fear of the quiet...

The damage can't always be repaired.
The scars may be hidden...

It's a touch down,
You and me...

Kerosene wishes, they rush through her head.
Flames all around her... dancing shoes filled with...

Send me off into the sky
together we might truly fly...

For real, now.
I can't -won't- say...

What have we here? A fear of Rejection?
Yet others are awed by her soft cream complexion...

What secrets are you trying to
pass on to me tonight...

Germs, they are everywhere.
In the air, and in your hair...