The old picture on the shelf .Well it's been there for a while. A frozen image of ourselves. We are acting like a child, innocent and in a trance, A dance that lasted for a while.

You read my eyes just like your diary,oh remember, please remember. Well, I'm not a beggar, but what's more If I hurt you, then I hate myself, don't wanna hurt you. Why do you chew your pain? If you only knew how much I love you.