Sanoja: Heathers. Honey Please?!.

This is so much more than you bargained for.

It's all locked inside of that wooden drawer,

And that axe you picked ain't that good for fixing all those chores in that wooden drawer.

Files and files?

Your lying?Those keys you have those keys are mine!

No you are?Those keys you have those keys are mine!

Have you ever sat in a crowded room where the mumbling secrets are none too cool?

And that constant buzz of the absent love is the dreaded thing in that crowded room.

Then when voices rise, well it's no surprise, cause there's nothing new, nothing new to do,

And those tears you drowned stretch over the ground, wont forget that face in that crowded room.