The ghosts, see--they're hungry.
Somehow, today, I woke up feeling like my heart was breaking. And that I was afraid. And that the word "love" seemed to unreal, and everyone else with it.
Please don't ask why, because I'm not so sure myself.
It's very strange, but even if I feel like this, there's something welling up inside me.
It's a good feeling, I'm pretty sure.
That feeling where things seem so beautiful.
Words are so beautiful.
Please don't ask why, because I'm not so sure myself.
It's very strange, but even if I feel like this, there's something welling up inside me.
It's a good feeling, I'm pretty sure.
That feeling where things seem so beautiful.
Words are so beautiful.