The light was orange
My aura was red...

The fog is vile and thick
And the air is tasteless...

The phone call
Killed it all...

I didn't see it
The expression...

Life as tragic as it seems
Complicated by ever meaning...

I hope you like it
Even though it was cheap...

I did it... it was me
It was my fault...

I don't know you
but i want to...

Staring at the window
My heart pounding...

It was natural
Instinct...

Anger I hate it
With my every being...

I don't know why
I can't get my eyes...