Maths
...And Left To Die
Yesterday seems like a year ago, and tomorrow seems like it will never arrive. I am stuck in time, stuck inside my head with only my thoughts for company. I hate them, I really do. Sorrow seems like it is a requirement of life. To live, you must feel pain eternally. (You must want to breath, but not live. If I could do that, I might be one step closer to being one of the "happy people.")
From Letras Mania