
this is the reason why postproduction is torture.
imagine seeing this beautiful white box 10000000000 times a day.

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Confession of a Broken Heart (G Major Capo 1)C5Maybe this won't sound rightEm5 Emand maybe this won't sound prettyC Dbut this is as real as it getsGconfessions from a broken heartMaybe I'm not the perfect kind-a guyand maybe I'm not right up your streetbut listen to my un-pretentiousconfessions of a broken heartC DYou don't know how much it means to meG D/F# Emto see you smiling like a summer dreamAm /BmI want you to be happy,C Deven if you never know of meG EmI watch you through, the looking glassAm C Dbut always from a third person viewG EmI'd sing to you, a song of loveC Dbut you don't feel the same way tooC Byou tore my heart into, a million piecesEm Bm Cwith-out e-ven a clueAm C Dlifeless my love becomes, like a roseGwilted for you
A young talented pianist, Damien has just acquired a new video camera and began filming down his confessions and monologue. It involves a song, a bolster and most importantly, the girl of his dreams, Serene. In his search for intimacy and a bond with her, Damien persistently tries to reach out by following her and stalking her, filming her every move. Unable to distinguish between fantasy and reality, his little infatuation quickly develops into a growing obsession and delusion that he loses himself in. All it needs is an unexpected change of event to force him to face the brutal truth and trigger his decline into the abyss of despair…