Woorden: A Dead Letter Promise. Other. Columbian Neck-tie.

You?ll come back, they always come back. This was meant to hurt you. Following the beat to an empty orchestra your teeth dance out of step, out of time. You really thought I was crying for you? Self proclaimed fairest of them all. I do it so the skin will know but its never enough. ?I cant help my feelings? spoken like a true female. Don?t look now, but your hopes have died in the mirrors. Were waiting for the donor to pick the shards of glass out.