Tell me what you’re looking for and i will become that for you. I can sacrifice my inner freedoms for you without looking twice at my old journals and solid promises I made to myself about such things. But you must be prepared to kill me when the smiles are no longer frequent. Do it while I sleep. While I hold your hand. Do it fast, baby. Do it fast.

I have no clue if it's true and I don't much want to look, but I bet a war happens inside the cocoon.

The walls around the hood keep the people on the inside from the changes on the outside.

Try evolving as much as you cry.