How can I sleep if I don't have dreams?
I just have nightmares
How can it be?
I still believe something is out there

Some part of me feels a little bit naked and empty
I'm stuck underneath a few dirty old blankets to comfort me

My daily mood

I literally feel like ''why the hell am I smiling?''

Love is just a history that they may prove

I'm gonna dance, dance, dance
With my hands, hands, hands above my head
Hands together, forgive him before he's dead, because

I won't cry for you
I won't crucify the things you do
I won't cry for you

Picasso<3

We could have been happy, I know that, and it is perhaps the hardest thing to know

I'm not upset, I wanna be dead

No great mind has ever existed without a touch of madness