Memory full of sadness, Memories full of pain. My fist full of pills. Intention to kill. Kill for more, kill to survive. Or thats what i thought. I thought I needed them but I can see clear now . Im ok , please mom be proud. But i still am not im peace something still is haunting me. R.I.P my beloved past Ill move on now with only a scratch, a scratch of losing many, a scratch of broken love but its time to move on now. GOODBYE MY FUCKING PAST.
En aijjo valehdella mut mulla tulee ikävä tota kaikkee paskaa...Tiiän hulluko oon? Ehk hiukan...Mut oikeest...Se rakkaus...