You never liked anyone, anyway.
And when you tell me that i'm immature,
well then, how can I get someone my own age?
You think it's easy,
and I have no doubts, for you, it is.
well then, try to look through my eyes.
Well then, try to have the love of your life killed
before you could enjoy it.
Try to be incapable of feeling hapiness.
Try to have this vortex of black thoughts,
everyday, everyhour, about everything.
You say "it would be better to you if you'd stayed alone"
I've got some news to you:
I am. As always.
I'm trying to stay with my head out of the wall,
but you, hammer, keep pushing me.
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