She's always around and under my skin. Watching her move how she tells a story. It's only a dream of lovers and lies. She's cruel and she's free like television. . She's in my head. Like televis
"heres some kids. you wanna hear some kids? listen. "**. . Tearing in my heart. When the world falls apart. And it's almost too hard. Tearing in your mind. How the pain makes you blind. And wh
Sure I'll be pleased. If you get what it's hard to protect. Few dare to hold. The sound, if so clear and loud. It makes you fall down. Straight on the ground. . Within thoughts holding me. I d
Wilted flower seem strange to you. With all this poison at the roots?. Shut away from love and light. And you wonder why it's screaming. . Old enough to abuse me. But all too cheap to amuse me.