When I was small I wrote a letter
There was no sender, no postal code...
*Actual title: Wipe Away The Tears That I'm Crying...
Your hands tremble while you touch my cheek...
The scar on my hip,
The heart on my sleeve...
Why am I crying?
Why am I so upset...
`Collab with James...
*Actual title: The Raging Wind Is No Match For The...
*I'm not currently feeling any of this. I have no...
Tired eyes,
Shattered lies...
Once, when you were five
You made me a card...
End of the cold night
you wish that I fade away...
Just another step of agony
A step of searing pain...
It was only three years ago,
since my feelings for you dispersed...
Oops, I'm back at it again.
you told me not to look back...