Living is dying slowly you must live a theatrical death, leave for the sea tomorrow, set sail by her salty breath, leave the standards, leave the patterns
Fingernails worn to the bone from excavating only mud, what good would fossils be if fossils dont prove anything.. im searching, im searching, im searching
Memory lane is sad Everything is sad So I guess everythings a memory Or will be or will be True love is sad Everything is sad If you have no one to
I feel like a Hibakusha Marked with scars of another's affairs Helpless to defend my honor Who knew the bushido could fail Hammered bamboo and broken
