She was dull, unattractive, couldn't tell the time, count money or tie her own shoe laces... But I loved her - Jean-Jacques Rousseau
Walking women want to see the southern cross at night And so they set aside a sock, and tie their laces tight Yes mournful is the melody that echoes in their heads Without a beat they march along, believing Bach is dead.
My reasons to liveWere my reasons to dieBut at least they were mineNow I've freedom unboundCut the laces of life - Emilie Autumn