Just Went Black Crusted Ink
Again and again i try to separate the good days from the bad that we
Had. and all you do is separating you and me. this takes more than i
Expected. it seems like the downfall of the world. seen it come
Deedless years went on. i arrested myself. put my life into this personal
Prison and torture this defenseless soul again. i tried so many times
I tried it twenty-four-seven. but time seems not to be my friend. time
Seems to give me some more stitches. time kills and so does distance
What the f..ck have i become