Smoke billows smoothly,
From Kirsten's mouth...

Trust me.
He lingers...

Pink.
Soft...

Each time
---I laugh...

You're seeing through my disguise,
The one I use to hide...

The rough cemented surface,
Presses cold against my skin...

Your eyes,
they match your mothers...

STOP IT
LEAVE...

The moon is often hidden -
behind the shadow of the earth...

I am on the floor alone.
I have no place to call my own...

Here we are again
Trapped with no end...

Alone.
Feel the word...