Dwelling in ones insecurities and fears. Dwelling in ones insecurities and fears.

I'm not afraid of love... I'm afraid of the way it ends... I'm not afraid of love... I'm afraid of the way it ends...

Fall Fall

There was always something unsaid between us. There was always something unsaid between us.

She was neither is shorts nor in a skirt She was neither is shorts nor in a skirt

I look at the art. Artists are dead. I look at the art. Artists are dead.