Recently, a close friend of mine and I were playing a game -- just a simple game where we asked each other random questions.
I asked him, "What's something you couldn't live without and why?"
He answered, "Music, because everything I've ever thought, felt, or lived by was...
Back to the cold restless streets at night
I talk to myself about tomorrow night.
Walls of white protest, a gravestone in name
Who is it now? it's always the same.
Who is it now? who calls me inside
Are the leaves on the trees just a living disguise?
I walk the...
2am; where do I begin,
Crying off my face again.
The silent sound of loneliness
Wants to follow me to bed.
I'm the ghost of a girl that I want to be most.
I'm the shell of a girl that I used to know well.
Dancing slowly in an empty room,