I went out with a guy today. We had dinner, we watched a movie.
For the first time, I didn't feel a thing. The moment he touched my hand, your image ran through my head. It reminded me of your hand. Warm. My thoughts froze.
I think I am really dead inside. My heart wouldn't open to anyone again. If you can see through me, you would see me hiding inside at the corner, terrified to reach any hands that try to pull me out of this dark world.
"Who can save you? tell me who can save you?" my friend asked me yesterday. I didn't answer him. I know the answer clearly more than anyone. But nobody needs to know.
"....I close my eyes Only for a moment and the moment's gone All my dreams Pass before my eyes with curiosity
Dust in the wind All they are is just dust in the wind..."
