What lies beyond this thickened mask-
Is merely a question I always ask...
Under the moonlit sky
Festooned with stars...
It's morning; it's two.
i should get some sleep...
It's morning; it's two.
i should get some sleep...
Perpetual hiatus-
My own oxymoron...
They know nothing of the tears
that she cried when she's alone...
To disappear is bliss
to embrace that nothingness...
Under the moonlit sky
Festooned with stars...
There are 3 kinds of people in this world: |
I use make-up so you can see me crying from far away... |
"Although it's been said many times, many ways... |