The lights went out (The last fuse blew).. The clocks all stopped (It can't be true).. The program's wrong (What can we do?).. The printout's blocked (It relied on you)..
What is this phase that I am going through. O these precious years. Please take my hand and let me breathe again. Young depressive tears. We stumble blindly chasing something new and something sinful.
Desire. Desire. Desire. Desire. . You live for love, I long for it. You give for love, I take from it. This friend of mine, desire. This lover's crime, desire.