Topics of life, me; I won’t change, they; it still the same. Shit filled times, minds with grass can make we stand.
Go on bloody present, keep crying your way to the beginning, gets closer time to time to the unfaithful end.
The perspective of fait gives reasons to kill, my past has been rapped.
Loneliness leads to a lifetime I will spend as quick as it goes, live every minute can learn to myself leaving two seconds to speak, maybe words save means, can get through the eyes.
And as the sun comes every fucking morning, the mourning of my day rises.