IF WE COULD, PUT IT BACK.

TO GET HER.

PIECE BY PIECE.

under the sheets, come kill me.

TRAGIC WASTE OF SKIN.

MAYBE IM JUST A KID, BUT THEN WE'RE BOTH THE SAME.

I'm teaching myself to dream, holding my breath to scream.
I'm teaching myself to believe in the things I don't understand.
I don't even know if they're true, but that's what dreamers do.