She stood there by his side, With his head resting on her shoulders, She stood there by his side, With his head resting on her shoulders,

"Throw your fingers into The summers I stole from you." "Throw your fingers into The summers I stole from you."

As if she had the weight of Whole world upon her shoulders. As if she had the weight of Whole world upon her shoulders.

Isn’t much of the baggage we carry metaphorical? Isn’t much of the baggage we carry metaphorical?

I'm finally able to silently scream and shout. I'm finally able to silently scream and shout.

One day, our lips hugged each other. One day, our lips hugged each other.