And then, again, again and again.
Life slipping through my fingers.
Everyone I love try to run.
Why?
I'm a monster?
What is wrong with you (or with me)?
Well, I am always just sitting around
in every cold floor, I remember someone.
When I have died?
Maybe nobody knows,
and maybe nobody wants to help
even I don't care.
But I wanna die fastly
to ease my
PAIN
Há quase um mês atrás...