nostalgia?
I don't believe in anything anymore,
it's really nostalgic to hurt again,
I would destroy everything,
but I have no strength to rebuild.
it's really nostalgic to hurt again,
i don't know how to light it.
my room catches fire.
I'm running away.
there is no one who imagines
himself to be a good person.
because there is no good person.
everyone is so lucky.
they have a life.
you can't start again, just continue.
I declare that I myself
am the dark side.
i don't think the cloud is elusive,
unreachable.
I will have nausea from the whole thing.
it's really nostalgic to hurt again,
I would destroy everything,
but I have no strength to rebuild.
it's really nostalgic to hurt again,
it is raining, yet there are no clouds.
Do you love me?
I'm a bad person,
if i don't like anyone?
I have never received an
answer to my question.
I don't care about it anymore.
look at me. didn't you
think i would be like that?
it is impossible to be honest.
everyone is a traitor,
I confess that I am too.
it's really nostalgic to hurt again,
I would destroy everything,
but I have no strength to rebuild.
now I don't care about anyone else's thoughts.
I focus.
raspberry syrup is delicious anyway.
I am not special. but no one.
we build everything,
but one day it crashes anyway.
it's really nostalgic to hurt again,
I would destroy everything,
but I have no strength to rebuild.
it's really nostalgic to hurt again,
uh, everything.

((remélem tetszik. ez hosszabb lett.))