Show me something unfamiliar to conceive,
give me a direction to follow, and I would leave...

When you depend on what happened in the past,
and you think the love you feel now, will never...

As I sit here thinking,
Looking at pictures of you...

If I could die a thousand times,
I'd kill myself today...

There is no cure for this disease,
the door's right here, but I have no keys...

I'm sick of this self-doubt,
and tired of always being left out...

You were always there for me,
when I really needed you to be...

No life left inside these bones;
Within I'm fading, growing cold...

As the snakes slither, this particular selection...
Someone shouts somewhere close by in Sir's...