The story of us... Page one... Opening up... Lust betrays the useless hand that nfeeds. We are cut between the lines. The verdict sews where it bleeds, that nwas years ago. As you held her hand you let go, you will never share her ncries of life. Opening up... Page two... I'm afraid I will lose her and these npictures will turn to shadows. And I'm afraid of watching the pages turn by nso quickly, and I'm afraid. The tides have changed and you're alone now. nVictims of abuse become a scene. Forgiven words are not enough to build the nbridge of sincerity. Blame yourself or God for trusting the ones your life nwas counting on. In sickness and in health... I'm afraid I will lose her and nthese pictures will turn to shadows. And I'm afraid of watching the pages nturn by so quickly, and I'm afraid. If you could touch her face right now. nIf you could hear her voice right now, this is the price you will pay for nabandoning her in misery. (Let these snakes choke on her flesh. She burns on nthe inside without you, and that's the end of the story.) Does it make you nfeel like you're a king... Preying on the innocent... She's suffocating, can't nyou hear her?... It's a shame we do it to suit our own... And hope things make nbetter sense another day.