A long time ago, you asked me, “What if one day I’m gone?”
Then I answered, ”I’d become a total mess”
Now find me here, destroying everything around me, and myself.
How i wish i knew back then, what would lie ahead waiting for me, but the future is impossibe to predict, and the past cannot be changed.
And all i have is now, but now i have to carry these things inside, this pain, every fucking day, and i cant help it.