still you force me to walk on these scattered thoghts.
How did I get myself into all this mess?
How did I end up with this deadly home address?
How did I come to this, where every song I sing is nothing but a list of pain and suffering?
I used to have a home, now I don’t even have a name.
I’m nothing but a number, here we are all the same.
We’ve lost so much, so many of those we love are dead.
How do I get these memories out of my fucking head?
The season has changed, I feel bitterly cold
I will never forget that first day of summer
The sky kept on weeping instead this year
I feel as if I were living in the continuation of the dream and I can’t even cry now
Please tell me this is only the story of the continuing dream and that I’m not yet awake.
(Source: youtube.com)
- me: i'll do this later
- 2 hours later
- me: shit
