I rarely cry anymore,
but when I do, it's when...

We giggled and laughed after school,
Like two friends would usually do...

I've lost faith in
so many things...

I am one of the lucky ones.
I do not have to cower in clubs...

People might say the world is not great,
That it has flaws and many fates...

I once heard that Tokyo, at night, is like a lost...
There are no businessmen to see, to act unbroken...

No one would ever imagine the
waves of terror and raw emotion...

Danny was a God-sent angel,
and though he did give into temptations...

People always say you'll know,
and now, I understand...

I woke to thunder
yet the forecast only...

Tender pink petals,
Swaying at the slightest breeze...

I have gone through my life
like the packed pages of a book...