"Words like violence", they do. With or without. Wither? "Without"? Last evening in hell and eternity ends here. Concealing your accident with every smallest truth. Though it won't change the fact, no one will know I loved you to death and I fucking died. Groove, dance, drown, please. So twisted. Prepare for the changes, and get ready for nothing to happen as well. Prepare for the worst, expect nothing, expect nothing, bitch. Believe me I suffered all the possible pains, and I bear the same cross yet with different nails. "Mine is yours", this sort of devotion, utterly useless. Don't trust me, trust you. Don't trust my frown, trust you. Don't trust my smiles, trust you. I loved you to death and I fucking died. Same cross yet some different nails.