she grew quiet , pen still clicking against her knuckles . you dont like everything you come across and neither do i . crimson red panties , for the love of god . 'everyone keeps talking about hope , ' i said , swallowing . he rocked back against the smooth wall , and he screamed and screamed . curses , these new glass windows did n't open ! but you seem at peace with what your mother did . '' well its a good line for the song . 