If only you could sink below the surface, deep beneath their rosy cheeks and break through the lying teeth. I'm nothing new to see, but speak free in blurred flurry. It isn't that I'm weak, just shades of jaded mystery.
Hardest lesson in love isn't that there is one, but many to choose from.
It's when I'm quiet you should worry. If your effect still finds pulse in this quill, then there's a chance I'll keep you with me.