My personal torturer
is what you are to me...

I knew that there was no chance
That my love would not be returned...

When it all began
I was ignorant...

Love is like a jagged bright street,
That runs through a darkness that is not complete...

With an aching heart and a heavy chest,
I wonder: what if this is just a test...

Rain is falling down, and the air feels cool
The storm that once was, is no more...