As the way of the world unfolds amidst shattered hope Encircled with no escape from imaginary death I withdraw in regret that I didn't make the choice
body of a buffalo, running through the fields with our old friends? Or will we sleep with our favorite ghosts? I'm just wondering what comes at the end
heart And wake up with you in our apartment. Just one last time Can i call you my sweetheart??? My best friend Why do all good things come to an end.