Paradise kiss.

I don't want to be the one to blameYou like fun and gamesKeep playing emI'm just sayingThink back then We was like one and the sameOn the right trackBut I was on the wrong trainJust like thatNow you've got a face to painAnd the devil's got a fresh new place to playIn your brain like a maze you can never escape the rainEvery damn day is the same shade of GreyI used have a little bit of a planUsed toHave a concept of where I standBut that concept slipped right out of my handsNow I don't really even know who I amYo, what do I have to sayMaybe I should do what I have to do to break free andWhat ever happens to you, we'll seeBut it's not gonna happen with meBack then, I thought you were just like meSomebody who could see all the pain I seeBut you proved to me unintentionallyThat you would self-destruct eventuallyNow I'm thinking like the mistake I made doesn't hurtBut it's not gonna workCause it's really much worse than I thought I wished you were something that you were notAnd now this guilt is really all that I got You turned your backAnd walked away in shameAll you got is a memory of painNothing makes sense so you stare at the groundAnd hear my voice in ya head when no one else's aroundWhat do I have to sayMaybe I should do what I have to do to break free andWhat ever happens to you, we'll seeBut it's not gonna happen with me.

Time goes by.

Dreams aren't bad, I had turned back. I love the gun. But God only knows. It's getting hard to see the sun coming through. I love you... But what are we going to do? Picture I'm a dreamer, I'll take you deeper down to the sleepy glow. Time is a low. Don't you know? What are we going to do? When you go back all the second selfless days. You're in love with him. I want to see you again. But what are we going to do? Now everybody's dancing the dance of the dead, the dance of the dead, the dance of the dead. And then came a sound. Distant first, it grew into castrophany so immense it could be heard far away in space. There were no screams. There was no time. The mountain called Monkey had spoken. There was only fire. And then, nothing.

Encoutners inteligence has been workin by that time. Whole time. Willing to see my reactions through the chain reaction of yours. Willing to watch some responses, reluctantly briefing you about anything what has happened since. How was it? How was that? N, of course, that creature has had to burrow the net in order to own the most unavailable track in the wide web. I just don't want to write literally to the recipient in order to not make more shambles than already has been created [by us ]. Still, havin this grey, shadowy remains of mine, although some were given back n burried as relicts. Time is a healer, as some predictory serwers prophet. I would gladily join you, nevertheless, particular molecules inside your inner mind are against my intentions. I wish it all went in a n other way . MAybe I will even regret my deeds. Will we ever be the same [?] Never tell secrets. Never tell lies. Never cry wolf. N you think you know me? I didn't have intentions, you to suffer from my case... I feel terrible, maybe like you, although you can doubt... Did you call me now?

Blaze from the sunshine.

You had my heart, and we'll never be world apart Maybe in magazines, but you'll still be my star Baby cause in the Dark, You can see shiny Cars And that's when you need me there With you I'll always share Because when the sun shines We’ll shine together Told you I'll be here forever That I'll always be your friend Took an oath Imma stick it out 'till the end Now that it's raining more than ever Know that we still have each other You can stand under my umbrella

Queen Anne's lace.

This hand which is also trying to brief you about the news connected with me, has also written a master piece of its age worth respect and storage for the further generations. It wasn't, whatsoever, showin off caused by the overhelming fear for low percents of mine, as usual. I wish, all this went away n left me do what I fancy. Let the sins of damned be abslved, let 'em feel like the Queen Anne's lace at the dawn dew drops.