"

so what if you catch me, where would we land?
in somebody’s life forsaking his hands.
sing to me hope as she’s thrown on the sand.
all of your works are rated again.

when i was sure you’d follow through, my world was turned to blue.
when you’d hide your songs would die, so i’d hide yours with mine.

all my words were bound to fail.
i know you won’t fail…

see, i can tell…

"
— remy zero. fair. villa elaine