The joy of being a child
A rush of memories...

Breaking points draw near
such a fine line...

A young girl
the center of attention...

From death and despair we fall,
Chaos's fire burns brightly...

You are thrilling, Love.
The smell that drives you insane...

You are worth saving
I'm not gonna save you...

Enters loudly, and obnoxiously
a young woman with a bubbly personality...

I'm falling into a deep black
so black I can't see anything...

To forget to remember
is to be foolish...

Is that all you ever want?
Perfection...

I do drugs,
I cut myself...

Imagine me and you.
The idea is so new...