EP - dreamgirl. #3 stories told a poem by maely a broken heart? how'd it fix by itself? you should know it by heart, i cant expose it myself. but hey, let me tell you a story of what ive dreamt of. two girls walking happily. why cant that ever be made of? maybe im insecure. problem is; what if it disturbs me? but ill take a miss; its not really worth it to me. life goes as deep as the ocean; you never know what's in there. sure, ill be certain, but why is there nothing there? did it... end already? life. its... that's it! that's the hidden thing! if i hide too long, that leads to... suffocation? how much longer? just a imagination. push that aside. what's the true story? why do i have many questions to ask? ugh, just calm down! but it never worked out. ...im finally dead. away from the pain.
