He grabbed me... Grabbed me out of my bed... He...
I didn't know what to do...

Too touch your lips,
before I die...

Your eyes are lighting the way
to a place where all my dreams come true...

I trembled...
The first time I seen you...

Suffocating myself,
With my own bare hands...

Two sides,
Just like a brick walk...

I've never had tears
that I couldn't stop before...

He hates himself
hates his face, his eyes. his nose...

The Internet,
Is not...

Grazing in a feild of green
so alone and casts of fear...

If she wished upon a shooting star
would it replay her past life...

I've picked needles from my skin
and i've tortured myself, cold...