He's following me... He needs to have a secret, but he can't help to tell the heat is going out of me. The heart is going out of me, and though she cannot remember she cannot forget. Clutching a fistful of sand. What ties me to you is guilt. I crossed two rivers and wept by one I am the beast at the end of the rope Happy and free.

Ansia - 4.48 Psicosis