It's been days, months.
Yet I still here, sitting in the back on my mind.
Trying to escape, finding a way out.
If there is a way out.
Can't write, can't read, just do what a fool does.
Then at this state, I realized, everything's indeed useless. What's broken beyond repair, can't be fixed anymore.
It's final.
It's time to say goodbye, properly.
Yet I still here, sitting in the back on my mind.
Trying to escape, finding a way out.
If there is a way out.
Can't write, can't read, just do what a fool does.
Then at this state, I realized, everything's indeed useless. What's broken beyond repair, can't be fixed anymore.
It's final.
It's time to say goodbye, properly.