
ENCIRCLE.me;; And the past knocks at your door. And throws stones at your window at four in the morning. ENCIRCLE.me;; I should be gone, cast away, but still I'd love you through all peace and hate. ENCIRCLE.me;; If all our days are numbered, then why do I keep counting? ENCIRCLE.me;; The beauty of a black heart is the light shining through, and the light is you_ ENCIRCLE.me;; I know the world's not fair to you, I've got a cure for it's crimes.