But wounds can be healed. But wounds can be healed.

A paper is the name given to me, Struck by grief and shout in glee. A paper is the name given to me, Struck by grief and shout in glee.

Feeling the bliss of the nightFeeling the beauty of the moon Feeling the bliss of the nightFeeling the beauty of the moon

We've all been stupid in love, but never wondered why! We lie to ourselves because the truth is so b... We've all been stupid in love, but never wondered why! We lie to ourselves becau...

A sweet threatening to the hardness of a lovely heart. A sweet threatening to the hardness of a lovely heart.

What a horrible situation was? When I know the truth and do nothing. What a horrible situation was? When I know the truth and do nothing.