Today, drum practice. I'm still not getting that open roll right. It's not like I have anything to do with my life; no friends, nothing to do; so I'm going to drown myself with the drums.
I am; after all; the weakest person there is here.
Ever feel like you had some good things happen, but after all, in the end you find yourself doing the same thing over and over again, realizing that if one of us is lonely we're all lonely.
Help me to help you.
Does this make sense? Can you feel this?
The world is an illusion. An elegant suicide is a work of art.
Is this clear to you?
I am; after all; the weakest person there is here.
Ever feel like you had some good things happen, but after all, in the end you find yourself doing the same thing over and over again, realizing that if one of us is lonely we're all lonely.
Help me to help you.
Does this make sense? Can you feel this?
The world is an illusion. An elegant suicide is a work of art.
Is this clear to you?
