Fuck.
This should never have happened. Im sitting in my brothers house after I moved out of my own flat. Again the same old mistakes, again years of work dissolving into nothingness. I'm numb. I know I'll survive the whole shit and I'll do it all again and again and again... because I love to believe in the good things. I love to dream of Chances and I always fight until the last bullet is fired... but in the end I don't have anything left, I leave again although I hate it. I hate to leave, but I'm the one who is able to do it. ...again and again and again.
The horrible thing about it is that I feel so tremendously, incredibly S.T.U.P.I.D. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
This should never have happened. Im sitting in my brothers house after I moved out of my own flat. Again the same old mistakes, again years of work dissolving into nothingness. I'm numb. I know I'll survive the whole shit and I'll do it all again and again and again... because I love to believe in the good things. I love to dream of Chances and I always fight until the last bullet is fired... but in the end I don't have anything left, I leave again although I hate it. I hate to leave, but I'm the one who is able to do it. ...again and again and again.
The horrible thing about it is that I feel so tremendously, incredibly S.T.U.P.I.D. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.