Even in the harshest of winter I feel so warm. Even when the marks climb up the wall I still feel small. . This is my home. This is my home. Where I go when I've got nowhere else to go.
I think I'm the only one who knows. But the emptiness inside we will show.... . Crave, can you feel me crave?. And now to an end. I saw what I can. And the lights still go where we are going.