fuck it.

jag klarar inte mer.

I know I need your comfort, but this drama makes me sick
And the longer I lay here, I know it's harder to get up without you
I'll look back, with honor, and no regrets
I won't be mad, won't feel bad
These memories will never leave me
Don't be sad
Cause life goes on, life goes on
It's getting too late
Tomorrow is here
fuck allt som har med den här äckliga stan att göra. Jag klarar inte mer.

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