Leave if you intend no Return. |
Of whose reality do we dream? |
Gossip is like butter; |
Though I have no money, I am wealthy. |
But the Mirror never says I Love You |
I'm not yet ready to clip my wings, but when I choose the feathers fall forever |
If Everything was my fault people would worship me. |
I don't care what gender my towel is. |
And all I leave you with is one last footprint in the snow... |
To Touch Upon The Whisper Of A Shadow, |