Maybe Kids Don't Need Masters ...
"Give me something, anything," he cried at the mirror.
There was no reply.
"The Harlequin or fool represents our spontaneous nature, that part that can listen and respond to impulses without censor. This innocence can be refreshing, freely trusting in the journey. However, sometimes when we embody this energy we may not watch where we are going, and blindly step off the cliff. This harlequin willingly goes into the mystery and magic of the world."
"Give me something, anything," he cried at the mirror.
For a moment, your eyes open and you know all the things I ever wanted you to know. I don't know you, and I don't want to, until the moment your eyes open and you know ...
It's not paranoia, just practicality - never trust a person completely.
Leave the body, leave the mind
I’m giving up the ghost of love and a shadow is cast on devotion. She is the one that I adore, queen of my silent suffocation. I won’t give up. I’m possessed by her. I’m bearing a cross, she's turned into my curse.
Looking back in retrospect, did you ever get what you'd expect? Trying to justify, find out from where it came. The Devil was your angel, but it's not no more. The Devil was your angel when you weren't sure.