My heart was closed. Cold. I was self-conscious and cynical.
You lose yourself trying to hold on to someone who doesn't care about losing you
These are the pieces of my youth, the small secrets and the not-so-great expectations that defined my coming of age.
Doesn't the world inside a black and white photograph seem more real? It's because the real world is losing its color
What is nothing to you, can be love to me
What do you live for? Would you die for it?