How Can I Shed Tears For A

You Paid For Every Second Of Beauty You Managed To Steal.

In A Perverse Way, I Was Glad For The Stitches, Glad It Would Show, That There Would Be Scars. What Was The Point In Just Being Hurt On The Inside? It Should Bloody Well Show.

I Could Hear The Icy Winds Of Sweden, But He Didn't Seem To Feel The Chill.

Now I Wish She'd Never Broken Any Of Her Rules. I Understood Why She Held To Them So Hard. Once You Broke The First One, They All Broke, One By One, Like Firecrackers Exploding In Your Face In A Parking Lot On The Fourth Of July.

She Laughed So Easily When She Was Happy. But Also When She Was Sad.