3rd Troupe Member, Female
SignatureOn my palm, you dance in a rhythmic lovestruck.
With my finger, your heartstrings, I will pluck.
For satisfaction, I shall be a love taker,
And you can refer to me as
--------------/ /--------------On the other side of the pieces of my broken heart
Is a torned up bridge that connected our
On the other side of this closet door
Is a box filled with our pictures taken the day
On the other side of the ceiling of stone
Is a marble floor soaked with the tears of
SorrowEmptiness is the only thing I cannot get enough of.
Feeling down rather than drugs when I want to get high.
My pessimism is the only thing I take pride on .
And Drinking is just reloading my eyes for when I need to cry.