Eyeliner eyes, painted mouthes,
dyed and chopped...

Dear dear,
it seems I've made a mess of things...

Does sound travel faster in the cold?
Because I thought I heard your voice...

It's quite a shame, really, how i remember you by...

A girl.
Barely eighteen...

Insomnia and fear,
pain and lust...

Please just let me go.
Drop me on this cold tile floor and watch me...

One sweet kiss and everything fell apart.
I swear that when I see myself in your eyes...

Eyes smiling,
lips laughing...

Invisible
I'm tired, tired of...

Jealousy is angry orange.
It sounds like mirrors shattering...

You say it, no lie, but i know better than you...