27 December 2012
I hate feeling inadequate
I hate the things I meant
A cross eyed girl
Wanders off the straight path
a villain gets the last laugh
The foe sings the grand finale
The final song
Terrifies the masses
But it was me all along
I hate that I don't believe
In the promise of a smile
Or count on anything
Or believe in tomorrow
Woe is me
My life is perfect
But what if I can't see
What if I can't breathe
What I can't see
Tomorrow
Tomorrow • Opuss № I