A distant place, there is dark and foggy, perhaps now it's time to discover magic, trees that have been worn out and blue heaven with purple thunderstorms, black shades that disappear .. Where's where?
Nobody really care. And by time running out I understand that nobody will actually love me. I can't do anything about it, I can't do anything about me. I could've right about how I want to feel love, If I'd never took those stupid pills. I want to feel it. Want to feel someone's hands around my neck and waist. But I can't even feel it in my dreams. Maybe one day...
I just understood the meaning of being a teenager, Wdym it's over and I'm an adult now