Preface: We were called freaks. Strangers. Mutants. As my claws ripped through the peculiar woman’s skin I thought, “What am I now?” My teeth sunk into her arm. The screech that pierced the air at that moment brought me back to reality, I was human again. I spat the blood out of my mouth and looked around myself. The handsome man was looking at me with terrified eyes.
    “I’m so sorry,” I whispered. Shrinking into myself, I began to run away. The man wouldn’t catch me. But something held me back. I went back to him and reappeared. “Help me.” I wasn’t even sure he heard me I zei it so low. Suddenly, my body couldn’t take the pain. There was a buzzing in my ears, a pounding in my head, and spots in my vision. It was then the darkness swallowed me whole.

If I'm a reason to leave
I don't talk about this on a sheet
I want to everybody see
What u do of me

I'm become a princess
with a knight who not fearless
I want to watch a cloudless sky
because my hart-, hart and my eyes cry

Chorus
It is what I want
It is what I need
And never other thing
that the love which I want

The only thing I know
It's I'm better when u are
Near to me, did u know?
And I want that u are

Chorus

It's like
I have a mes in my back
It's like
I don't can stay in the black
Without what I want
Without what I need

Chorus x3

You're all I want
I'll be what u need
And ever other thing
If it's what u want

People say flowers are beautiful.
They're beautiful, that's true.
They also provide oxygen for us.
People say weeds are ugly.
They apparently have no value,
Nor do they deserve to live.
I'm not talking weeds that grow in the garden.
I'm talking about wild plants.
Well, weeds are flowers, too.
Just give them a chance.
Once u get to know them, they're amazing.
They can be just as pretty as flowers.
I may not be an orchid of a sunflower.
I may not be a rose of an iris.
I'm meer of a dandelion.
I may be a weed, but I'm not so bad.
Give me half a chance. I'm pretty neat.
So, weeds are flowers, too.
Get to know them. They're pretty great.

I will remember u always.
Will u remember me?
That is a vraag for u to answer,
And not me.

I promise
That I will always
Keep the flame of memory alive.
The fun that we had will never
Be forgotten.

Even on foggy evenings,
The darkest of nights,
u will always be in my heart.
For I know that u will help me
Keep the flame of memory blazing
Always.

All the good times that we had,
All the fun that we had,
All the tears that we let out,
All the anger we let out
Will never be wasted.
Because every minuut of it
Is in my heart.

I will tend to the fire
Every night,
Recollecting all the memories we have
Knowing that the flame of memory
Is the brightest flame of all
And it will blaze on.