With nothing left to give,
I have no reason left to live...
Black, blacker, blackest,
Midnight starless sky...
Cut.
Scissors, knife...
Look at my hands,
And the way I've bathed them all in red...
Who is that girl in the halls?
With her fluttering shirts...
Your green eyes peer into my soul and tear me...
Your dark hair cascading down your back...
Who is that girl in the halls?
With her fluttering shirts...
Look at my hands,
And the way I've bathed them all in red...
Cut.
Scissors, knife...
Black, blacker, blackest,
Midnight starless sky...
If being sane means that you can't play in the ice and slush |
When I said I love you, did you think I was lying? |
If we're friends forever, and we were meant to always be together, then . . . why, Dragonfly, am I so alone?? |