MAKE ME REFLECTIVE. MAKE ME INTROSPRECTIVE. IGNORE THE VIOLENCE. AND EXPLAIN MY SILENCE. 'CAUSE ITS NEVER TOO LATE TO FILL ME WITH HATE. SO PULL AWAY. GO. OR MAKE ME LOOK COOL.

AND SHE LOOKS BEST, SUNDAY MORNINGS, COMING DOWN.

SO WHAT WILL I ACHIEVE, AND WHO SHOULD I BELIEVE? I LICK HER SLIT, AS IT TIGHTENS IT'S GRIP. MY DRUGGED UP KISS. SO HEY, HAVE SOMETHING ELSE. AND ITS HARD TO CONCEAL THE WAY I FEEL.

AND SHE LOOKS BEST, SUNDAY MORNINGS, COMING DOWN. IT SEEMS THAT SOMEONE MAKES HER DARKER - SIDES HER HAIR.