Your face keep changing, your voice keep changing, you name keep changing while I keep trying to hold myself to some kind of image of you to try to stand there, even knowing that’s not possible. At least not anymore.
Your ghost keep hunting me. Always around, never far, with it’s chain noise following me all over the place. Are you ever gonna go? Or come back?
What a teacher!!! For how long am I going to manage to be such a bitch!?! What’s wrong with it that anyways? I mean… I had so many people bitching me up since ever, even you, though!!! So, that’s my pay check to the word.
Cheers!!!
Quem não quer ver o próprio carro feliz, né?
2 anos atrás
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