Don’t spit down my back and tell me it’s raining.
no light no dark no you no me know light know dark know you know me
There is a point. I don't know what it is, but everything I've had, and everything I've lost, and everything I felt—it meant something.
So either your a vampire or a perv. Which is it?
Was it really so far-fetched to think that words had a way of shaping a person's whole life?
Those were the 'ifs' that kept me from making a fool of myself.