Peace

Was dying always so hard?

Maybe in another life? Damn, I want it in this life

I'm lost in the quest to find my true selves

we could talk about everything u hate in the earth

I don't talk abt it, but u can see it from ma eyes

u kill me bc suicide is not right

I hoped that one day I would be able to express my feelings.

Gods are created by the minds of men to answer questions they are afraid to answer themselves

Kill me before u trample my pride

i hate that i think abt u every moment