I remember when everything was falling a part and I was living in hell, although I found good friends there, and there were pills for happiness as well. I was alone trap in my cage, all the innocence went lost, the time stop, but everything changed. The bastards found me again. There are always bastards everywhere. After them, nothing is left. Nothing. Just pain, and emptiness, and all that rage.
Anyway, I keep telling me again and again:
The summer will come back
The sun will shine
My heart will burst
Of all that happiness I will get drunk
Although there is no more faith left, but I keep telling me again and again
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