No Camilia... Your no fool you need me. Poison is the wind swell. Maybe I could love the three of you. Last thing I need from you is another heartless lay, but who am I, who am I to notice. Twenty-two is outside, inside your all pink. Hallways filled with windows. Maybe I could love the three of you. No Camilia, your no fool you need me. Poison is the wind swell. Maybe I could love the three of you.