My guts are knots, my bones are ROT

I look around, but I can't find you. If only I could see your face.. I wish that I could just be BRAVE.

Fatiguée des doutes et du pseudo-mouvement, qui est l'agneau qui est le couteau, veux-tu le calme ou la tempête, j'offre les deux. J'aurai préféré la plénitude. Mais la plénitude est solitaire.

Express yourself, don't repress yourself.

Craving for Fame

Wanting More

On our knees for an Extension

Craving for Improvement.

Les mains liées on sera stylées.

Who says we're done? I don't wanna be done. Never.

Rire seul c'est bien aussi

No dawn, no day, i'm always in this twilight, in the shadow of your heart

One thing killed me. Killed us. Thats called closure.Strange. Logical. Painful. Unwanted.