- Passion colors everything, you say. Then why are you running? What are you running from? - From pain. - Life is pain. No pain, no love and vice versa. You can’t really stop it. And this way you hurt yourself even more. - Enough of this, you don’t know me at all! - Don’t I, dear? Was it not me who caught you every time you fell? Was it not me who gave you whatever you needed without you even asking for it? Was it not? - It’s not about that… - What is it about then? Tell me, I’d love to know… - It’s about self preservation. - Damn you, it’s about you being scared of life! You’re not a teen anymore, dear, take a hold of yourself and open your eyes for the real world. He walked away without saying a word. He left her there, on the top of the hill and went down without even turning back to see if she’s coming. Fireworks started. They were supposed to watch them together, smiling, their faces illuminated by the colourful little lights. But he was gone and she was there all alone. ...
"Day after day, fickle visions - messing with your head, fickle, vicious; Sleeping in your bed, messing with your head - fickle visions, fickle, vicious..."