In the middle of L.A.'s sunny non-winter, I need to sit in a dark closet to feel right.
No one is who they pretend to be
Okay, maybe this was the meant to be: the universe I knew, loved nothing more than balance.
What's that sound I hear? It's just my lifetime It's whistling past my ear
If I stay. If I live. It's up to me.
I needed to hate someone and you’re the one I love the most, so it fell on you.