reposed/elated ~
who cares/who knows
I don’t, do you?
I don’t understand, though I do. I understand one hundred percent
perhaps it’s a good thing, perhaps it is a horrible thing
but who knows/who cares
I’m just a girl who’s afraid of the dark
inhale, exhale
sommes nous les jouets du destin (protège moi)
and sometimes your heart, well, it’s so pretty I just wanna live there. well I wish I could bottle it up and breathe it back like Valium
