What a pity, it’s just me
I would tear it apart if it were paper, but what a pity—it is my heart. I would chop it into pieces and burn it if it
I would tear it apart if it were paper, but what a pity—it is my heart. I would chop it into pieces and burn it if it

The bewildered night settles into silence, where my thoughts wander— and drift toward you. You will see my worth. As




The bewildered night settles into silence, where my thoughts wander—


As the naked tree of early spring,I remain—waiting to be
I would tear it apart if it were paper, but what a pity—it is my hea
Solitude is a cherished gift until it turns into torment. Silence is a
The bewildered night settles into silence, where my thoughts wander—
The girl stood at the edge of the platform, tall
As the naked tree of early spring,I remain—waiting to be wrapped in
This hometown is a stranger to me in your absence. The scent of flower
I was a tree, stripped bare by autumn winds;and you were the spring th
I lived tortured by my past,Desperately searching for answers in the f
Another lonely night, where I’m joined by Manchester rain, disguisin
Stranded at the depth of my actions,backstabbed by trust and slain by
The early light of dawn reveals these reddish eyesthat can no longer c