Everytime is a good time to kill myself, nothing or nobody matter, no one care of my, even when i was down and sad.
Everyone who said shit about me, will feel bad and guilty, about my death, no one could say much. No one NEVER will know why i did it, or how or when.
Every minute, all of you will think about me, about my way, about my madness, about my addictions, about my music, about EVERYTHING.
The drugs and substances didn't make me high anymore, i can control every effect, but i can't control my emotions, my mind, my love, my heart, i am losing my mind.
YOU, you woman with short hair, you're not mine anymore, and i know it, i know everything and i remember everything we did together, i just want you to remember that we LOVE each other, we hit each other backs everytime and everyday.
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