Fake Is that what you are if you choose to improve the basic not perfect you?
A Problem Is really just a solution in need of a reason to exist.
And how can it be he's so in love with me? To grow up without love, and still have so much inside?
I never actually plan sequels. They demand to be done.
Life was good before I met the monster. After, life was great At least for a little while
But death doesn't scare me. To know exactly when I might expect it, up close and in my face, would actually be a comfort. Because to tell the truth, most of the time dying seems pretty much like my only means of escape.