I’m drowning. I fell into the box.
Feel like running away, feel like crying, feel like screaming my heart out.
Something got better, even just a little, right? It has to.
Sleepless nights, once again.
I deserve this. I did this. I chose to, now I pay for it.
Was I wrong?
Should I have known better?
I’m the one at fault, aren’t I?
"Past and present are one in her head,you’re the ghost haunting through her heart.”
I wish I had a metal heartI could cross the lineI wish that I was half as goodAs you think I am
La mia macchina fotografica prende polvere.
Ho perso le mie matite e il blocco da disegno.
Non ho niente da dire o scrivere.