Inside

black
like a nuclear bomb
you feel the pain
come

- Cherry Glazerr, Nuclear Bomb

And I wept for the future, and for the past

Mirror, mirror where's the crystal palace
But I only can see myself
Skating around the truth who I am
But I know, dad, the ice is getting thin

 

When you gonna make up your mind?
 
When you gonna love you as much as I do?

- Tori Amos, Winter