they say old flames die hard because they stay lit...
the moon can only shine so bright without you...
Has the mirror always
looked this bulbous and greasy...
Late at night when all is still,
I sometimes hear a lively call...
There I stand in front of the mirror
contemplating the reflection I see...
I should’ve told you I loved you.
Not that it would make a difference because I...
Sometimes we stay up at night
And hope that things will be alright...
Lilies bloom around a withered soul,
Encouraging lavish dreams to arise...
and on the last day,
our very last day...
Can't deal with this anymore
It's like I'm living in a constant...
I just want to be free
From all pain...
It is the feeling of
Living in fear...