Maybe it's the girl at the end of the hall, that of black, mysterious and weird ... but it's my way of being, something dark hidden ... do not lie, everything is in my heart a maze of mysteries. 
Maybe he was born on a Tuesday 13 ... that does not mean bad luck, or? That would also be a mystery
You do not know me and not know nothing about my life ... I will tell my
You are very different to me ... strange, rare and you think I am? a girl who creates ridiculous stories of their idols ... perhaps many differences that separate us and my ... that's what I want
Pain and blood are my friends and yours?