even in my dreams, i lose

getting right messages from wrong people

I love the rain, the rain eases pain.

wasting time, in front of mirrors, looking for a reflection

nature knows no nationality.

hiding. hoping.

in limbs, in limbo

you think your day will come? think again.

i want to live, but not like this

i dont know how they do it, but they do it, it seems so easy for them, impossible for me

the day i died. the day i’ll reborn.

what’s your problem you fucking whore? fucking everyone but me? fuck you!

all this years, full of nothing, and they get fuller

this dualism is two much.

your day beats my life.

reality catches up, eventually

“people you may know” are people i’ll never know

it’s a good weather to die.. at least what i heard.