You deserve good things, and I want to be one of them.

I want to open myself, let him inside. But how do I give what has already been taken?

Grown up? Me? I suppose I have. Killing things, and almost killing myself, must have changed me some, after all.

Think long and hard before offering your heart to someone who can only accept it part-time

Can’t promise I’ll stay. That would be lying. And I’m so, so tired of lies.

Something stirred beneath my skin, some being inside I'd only suspected existed, demon or angel, I couldn't say.

Maybe Life is random. No fate. No God. Just Time.