Yeah, I know getting high isn't so smart. Ask me if I care.
life before the monster
empty and closed, hovering in some frozen netherworld neither sun nor rain could thaw.
Faces ...I ...don't ...know ...the real ...me
Certain of misfire, my heart threatens to stop.
I don't need more pain in my life. Why did I invite it in? Do I have to feel pain to believe I feel anything at all?