what sucks the most is that you introduced me to so many new things that i began to love, and now all of those things remind me of you. i can't escape you, it's impossible. but i know i also can't lay here, drowning in my own sorrows. it's just a shame. i can't enjoy it anymore.
me siento triste, me siento odiado, me siento ridiculizado, me siento confundido. no logro entender por qué mi propio cerebro me hace sufrir tanto, no me da descanso, no me siento cómodo, no me siento bien. me odio, me odio demasiado. todo es sufrimiento que nace de mi pensar
YOU ARE THE LAST DRINK I NEVER SHOULD HAVE DRUNK YOU ARE THE BODY HIDDEN IN THE TRUNKK YOU ARE THE HABIT I CANT SEEM TO KICK YOU ARE MY SECRETS ON THE FRONT PAGE EVERY WEEK YOU ARE THE CAR I NEVER SHOULD HAVE BOUGHT YOU ARE THE TRAIN I NEVER SHOULD HAVE CAUGHT YOU ARE THE CUT THAT MAKES ME HIDE MY FACE YOU ARE THE PARTY THAT MAKES ME FEEL MY AGE YOU’RE LIKE A CAR CRASH I CAN SEE BUT I JUST CANT AVOID LIKE A PLANE IVE BEEN TOLD I NEVER SHOULD BOARD LIKE A FILM THATS SO BAD BUT I GOT TO STAY TIL THE END