return to normal
for all the love i do not feel right now
for all the ones that i'd love if not
for all the curage i wasted on nightmares
for all the words wasted on failing promisses
crawling and choking
brawling and smoking
falling and joking
worthless me
in the end it amounts to the same
pointing fingers placing blame
longing for love
wanting so much more
never get enough
ending up
face down
fading smile
carving frown
alone in the dark
time online
just like now
tears fall short
cheaks dry
wanting to abort
wanting to die
sui, man, 47 jaar
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