Did you think I'd ever forget,
The way you meant the world to me...
I’ve always been cold, calculated, and heartless...
Someone who plots and plans...
I hope you find whatever it is you’re looking...
But it will never be me...
Our whole family suffered after you died;
All of them left to pick up the pieces of them...
There’s creation in the distance separating...
The cremation of malignance and a tender fear of...
Dis-moi ce que tu caches,
Pourquoi tu ne parles pas...
I climb the mountain with no safety line,
Hanging by fingernails out of my mind...
I'm done.
Two words...
You were everything to me until that day,
Words barely spoke until it fragmented away...
The anger keeps me alive every single time.
It's all part of the cycle...
Roses are red
violets are blue...
Freedom...