Passion Fades as honesty stays, she tries to keep her from believing this but it’s tough as she sits alone surrounded by many unrecognizable faces.  These faces are nothing more than rocks or palm trees, they mean nothing.  Complicated, she sits stares into the mirror with a blade to cut her coke, and then her wrist.  This is a recycled fantasy of hers that plays into the box of her already cut mind.  She doesn’t want to give up on pure love but her heart hardens as a defense reaction from all da heartache.