I don't think about it like yesterday was Friday and today is Saturday then Sunday.
I thought about it everyday, when now we're silent part the ocean, January, the next day we know, it is already May.
It's like I've known you before, repeating places, talking nonsense you don't like.
Talking nonsense I was saying and demonstrating all the mights.
You never looked or even give a fuck to glance at my side, what I've done!
You are still selfish, everything has to be on you and that is not fun!
I wish I have known myself, I could cast a spell on you and blabberring all the words.
I wish all this never had happened, sick and diseases, and emotions making me feel awkward.
"When you have given up, no matter what you do is never good enough..."