Za 13 dni okrągłe dwa latka, najs. <3 Co też mi przypomina o Tobie i Tobie, dziwnie tak, po takim czasie znowu o tym myśleć..
To nie ma sensu, tamto też nie, w sumie nic nie ma. Więc fuck it.
I still love you.
I'm not a stranger, no, I am yours,
with crippled anger, and tears that still drip sore,
a fragile flame aged, with misery,
and when our hearts meet, I know you see.
I do not wanna be afraid,
I do not wanna die inside just to breathe in,
I'm tired of feeling so numb,
relief exists I find it when, I am cut.
I may seem crazy, or painfully shy,
and these scars wouldn't be so hidden,
if you would just look me in the eye.
I feel alone here and cold here,
though I don't want to die,
but the only anesthetic that makes me feel anything kills inside.