December 2009
“If I could get this feeling to end.
Trembling idle hands holding me there.
We...”
“To love is to risk not being loved in return. To hope is to risk pain. To try is...”
“We all shine on, like the moon, and the stars, and the sun.”
You see the night is all I have to make me fear, and all I want is just a love to make it hurt. ‘Cause all I need is something fine to make me lose. Now it’s a funny way I find myself with you.