O starry night, This is how I want to die
Death's in the good-bye.
Fee-fi-fo-fum - Now I'm borrowed. Now I'm numb.
I am so imperfect, can you love me when really my soul is deformed? Will you love me anyhow?
being sixteen in the pants I died full of questions
It doesn't matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was.