We only got

eighty-six thousand and four hundred seconds in a day to

Turn it all around or throw it all away

afterglow

The walls of my memory

.

Divides the thorns from the roses

.

.

it’s you and the r o s e s

chasing cars

But you always said,

That you'd rather die with me instead,

than to die a l o n e.

.

.

(to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die)

I hate butterflies.

I hate them for being pretty.

I hate them for being so easy to catch.

And them having pins stuck through their body and being turned into specimens

is what I hate the most.

just another day.

He d i e d in the friday's afternoon of September 9, 2005.

A normal day.

religion.

Trying to keep up with you

¡ and I don't know if I can do it !

But that was just a dream

Try, cry, why try ?

That was just a d r e a m

Just a dream, just a dream

Dream;