Illiterate dream. She can't breathe. Let her know that you hate her. Reload your emotions. No hope for her future. If only she would have listened to your Crown Royal laden breath. Paper dreams for a paper man. Throw your heart into the swamp. Take nothing. Leave a prayer. When you show me how you do not care, does it make you feel better? Her locks are made of miracles. No sadness in her eyes, only a superiority complex. Fever. You give me nausea. No cure for what you see. How did it feel when you stabbed me in the heart? Nightmares. Tears you milked from me. Drag your body home. Dig into. Fragments of your visions are seeping through the walls. When will you stop seeing?