the rope in my hand keeps knotting up
i’m so tired of thinking i’m not enough

It is my perception, that a true friend never relies on another’s dream. A person with the potential to be my true friend, must be able to find his reason for life without my help. And, he would have to put his heart and soul into protecting his dream. He would never hesitate to fight for his dream, even against me. For me, a true friend is one who stands equal on those terms.

— Griffith

Cum nu vii tu, Țepeș doamne, ca punînd mîna pe ei, Să-i împarți în două cete: în smintiți și în mișei, Și în două temniți large cu de-a sila să-i aduni, Să dai foc la pușcărie și la casa de nebuni!

Hie facht sich an ein graussemliche erschrockenliche hystorien von dem wilden wütrich Dracole wayde. Wie er die leut gespist hat, und gepraten, und mit den haubtern in in einem kessel gesoten, und wie er die leut geschunden hat und zerhacken lassen als ein kraut. Item er hat auch den mütern ire kind gepraten und sy haben müssen selber essen. Und vil andere erschrockenliche ding die in dissem Tractat geschriben stend. Und in welchem land er geregiret hat.

the last thing she sent me

When Narcissus died, wasting away before his own reflection, consumed by a love that could not be, Echo mourned over his body. When Narcissus, looking one last time into the pool uttered, “Oh marvellous boy, I loved you in vain, farewell”, Echo too chorused, “Farewell.”

And I’m lost in the dark

Damn, it’s your heart

Brick walls, ain’t nobody getting in now

Fake friends, they don’t wanna see me win now