A voice of chilled adrenaline
flies out of its net...

I used to think my love for you
exceeded all colors, rose above...

I trace on the poignant window
the echo that you left in my heart...

.
my steps - rock n' roll...

Give me props for trying.
It's been over a year since my guts spilled out...

Am I who others say I am?
You don't know my real name...

Opaque and vaporous
scenery inspired me to...

I don't know how my actions
become moderated by my wishes...

When everything, and nothing, scares you.
When you know you'll know about everyone's...

Does he know I lay on piles of thorns
from roses I've held too close...

Don't tip me over -
I am your feather...

[I'm done twisting over what I
was never meant to change...