the floor as the walls are closing in Augustine we're at our necks again Augustine out in the court yard the dead roses seem to bleed and whisper
a gentleman always show up a little late is this worth it my conscience is screaming no it's my choice to decide I just hope its the right one your subtle story
ll play pretend we're invisible again your word cut like broken glass the pain it hurts but it doesn't last I'll bottle it up and save it for the
this I think I'm finally failing Love is more my job than it is your business We'll keep this tied up girl We won't discuss this Love is more my job
he's taken a... OH MY GOD! the show must go on where's the lovers line of lies get off the stage this is an embarrassment to you and all the good
cheek tell your wife please do not shriek I'm sorry for the trouble I won't stay as we douse our selves until we light up in fire I hope it fits
be my feet don't let me fall while the blood rushes to my head I'm unconscious take my hand and take me away now as my body grows weak and cold white