Shadows are afraid of the light that creates them.
Indentured servants to the slaves that portray them.
I remember exactly when this ruined me.
Reticently enough, I decide to give up.
One word is too much.
Reflections that only exist for a moment
if we keep things within ourselves.
Of or pertaining to monsters and pilots;
the trials and tears that you bottled in silence
won't help you forget it or soften the blow,
because listening is so effortless.
I know it can seem like a lot,
but you can't blame me or gravity for falling in love
or holding on so long that I need this.
I'm falling. And if we'd only stayed together,
I might not have fallen apart.
Your secrets are in the sacrifice because no one's that close to you.
Regarless, it's usless.
You know that the devils in the details and god is in disguises.
It's not enough.
The worst has yet to come.
I swore I need this to be the last time, but it's not enough.
I would give anything thing to thank you for what not to do.
Listen to what you want to.
Don't buy what you're sold.