"everybody's a fighter"

In these hands I'll hide, in these hands I'll hide
While this world collides, this world collides



Oui j'ai pleuré mais ce jour-là
Non, je ne pleurerai pas
Non, je ne pleurerai pas


the semester hasn't even started yet and i'm already tired. i want to move my bed in front of the window, curl up in it and listen to music and sometimes look at the sky.



Though I'm afraid,
Afraid that I have made mistakes.
Now there's nothing here for me.
The things you once told me,
The thoughts you once gave me,
Sound like the wind in my ears
That blows out the knots I've got in my long brown hair.