My heart. Shut down for maintenance.
Falling in love leads to madness.
You torture me with your friendship.
Sentimentalities have only brought me grief.
Wrong. But... it was once right.
Your cancer is my common cold.
Life. Many webs of tragedy intertwined.
I was defective before being broken.
Timing is rarely anyone's best friend.
Glued, mended hearts still leak blood.