Stew for two-hour is that some times I'm afraid to be alone and I know at eighteen it's a bit ridiculous is that some times I'm convinced that everything will be like this forever and I know at eighteen it's a bit ridiculous but I still kiss the wounds to make the pain go away to make the pain go away and if you stop to dry with the paper my thoughts write us love poems write us love poems and if you stop to dry my tears tear the paper hard and then go away is that precious and dirty pure and fake serene and hidden is that some times it's almost an obligation to do it at best it's almost an obligation to do it it's almost an obligation to do it but I still kiss the wounds to make the pain go away as my mother did and before her mother but I still kiss the wounds to make the pain go away even if now I don't believe anymore that it works and if you stop to dry with the paper my thoughts write us love poems write us love poems and if you stop to dry my tears tear the paper hard and then go away and if you stop to dry with the paper my thoughts write us love poems in a bag and write us love poems recite them to me I tie my hair and I listen I tie my hair and I listen