i cant help it oh when will it end i think its going to kill me in the end im sick and tired of it catching me a dark shadow only i can see it tells me to just stop still for one segundo o más time enough to swollow me whole in a life of hate a gore.
( (this is what my dreams are like they feel to real to be not there it anoys me i cant sleep its nearly one in the morning and everyone is asleep but me))
