Your brown eyes sparkle like chestnuts,
smile, and your teeth are twinkling stars...

If I were a sound, I would be the rustling of...
because I am quiet and peaceful...

Antagonising shouts, piercing screams,
ripping through the core of me...

A hug welcomes you
as you arrive once again...

Open you soul.
Hold my hand...

Dragging my cases
through the revolving doors...

Fame.
Fortune...

A hand above the water.
An angel reaching for the sky...

And all was quiet.
The tear-blue sky silent...

Gina, we've come a long way,
so I won't let this be the end...

Yeast is good,
yeast is great...

Threats are love,
in this sick, twisted shell of a person...