The cycle of us,
we always fall into it...

Silence.
All I hear are the voices...

Your lips, cold against my skin.
Your arms, wrapped around me...

Screaming, She calls out
"Don't leave me!&quot...

Why are you here?
What is your reason...

I sit by the window
And watch the others play...

I look at this blank page
And I see...

She'll Never
Be a...

A memory is nothing but a lost hope.
A dream is nothing but a past life...

All alone, locked away in my room.
Where I can be myself...