Blood crystalized to sand and now I hope you understand, you reflect into his looking glass soul and now the mirror is your only friend
sunday comes and sunday goes, sunday always seem to move so slow to me, and here she comes again. a perfect ending to a perfect day, a perfect ending what can i say to you, lonely sunday friend, with you, sunday never ends
you say you need privacy, broken glass everywhere, maybe you need an emo boy, no underwear on the director's chair

