Most of the time, most days, I feel nothing. I don’t feel anything. It’s so boring.
I wake up and I think, “Again? Really? I have to do this again?”
And what I really don’t understand is, how come everybody else isn’t screaming with boredom too? I try to find ways of making myself feel something, more and more and more but it doesn’t make any difference.
No matter what I do, I don’t feel anything. I hurt myself, it doesn’t hurt. I buy what I want, I don’t want it. I do what I like, I don’t like it. I’m just so bored.

Heart: Stay With Me, Stay With Me.
Stay With me, Stay With Me, Stay With Me.

Who am i ?

Someone that's afraid to let go,

You decide,

If you're ever gonna let me know

Suicide, if you ever try to let go

یه مدت سبز بمون؛
تو به رویاهام نور آبی میبخشی.
داشتم در مورد اینکه تو کی هستی فکر میکردم
راجع به دیدگاه شکننده ی تو، من داشتم به تو فکر میکردم.
نگران اینکه کجایی نیستم، یا حتی میری خونه پیش کی؛ من فقط دارم به تو فکر می‌کنم، فقط به تو فکر میکنم.

And I'm complicated, you won't get me

I have trouble understanding myself