This Song Is Called - The Devil Wears Prada

I am the speaker but what is responsibility?

This is beg of you, build me brick upon brick.

High tides;

waves of hypocrisy.

I didn"t think the clock struck more than twelve times.

I decided to name her insomnia.

«Her teeth (show) like white seeds in a scarlet fruit»

This I must tell you, old friend: fear beauty.

This is meager, this is feeble.

She was only a fiction and my creation