i’m losing myself

one minute like a year.

when the quality is bad but i am.

alone, not lonely.

living makes no sense actually.

i would stand in it till im soaking wet.

wspomnienia palące mnie od środka.

i’m not sad anymore.

when will you see me?

oh yeah, a little bit in love with you.

i wanna run.

i’m just not okay.

why do you, you, you, you make me cry?

i fucking hate people.

brzydzą mnie moje myśli.

if you don’t need me, just let me go.

i can hardly feel anything, i hardly feel anything at all.

existence is a problem that i know how to solve.

sorry for what i’ve become, because i’m becoming someone.

i’m losing myself because of you.

tell me, is your father a good man?

i’ve grown into a tall child.

i finally died, after dying for years.

. . .

. . .

It’s just how it feels like.

Umierają z tymi, którzy umierają, bo zasługiwali na lepszy los.

Trzymamy dawne uczucia w dłoniach, mimo, że nie uchroni ich to przez wypłynięciem i zniknięciem.

It’s not fair.

We are the generation of loveless kids.