IRC-Galleria

Turned my head, looked at you. Smiled to you.
With that wicked smile, I smiled. You didn't smile. You were scared.
Oh how scared, I could read you face. Read your mind, read your soul. See right through you.
After that, I don't think you remember anything. I do. But I'd rather just bury this memory inside of me. Let it slowly make me realize what I've actually done, make me suffer in realization.
But what I did was not wrong. No, it wasn't wrong at all.
Cause you started it all.
It was all your fault from the beginning.