Can anyone tell me why
The children of the world
Have to pay the price?

I call your number the line ain't free
I like to tell you come to me
A night without you seems like a lost dream
Love I can't tell you how I feel

Father, your wishes for my longevity echo in the empty chambers of my heart. At 23, I stand solitary, embraced by the shadows, a specter of affection unclaimed, a solitary voyager adrift in the currents of time. Why must my existence be tethered to suffering?

Я ухожу моя родная

دو پناهگاه برای مصیبت‌هایی زندگی وجود دارد؛ موسیقی و گربه‌ها.

بیذکر بالخریف

Waiting so impatiently for my mental struggles to grow a physical terminal disease in me preferably a quick fatal heart attack.

تراپیست:
اسپایدرمن و بتمنی که سیگار بکشن و درد دل کنن وجود ندارن. نمیتونن بهت آسیب بزنن