• I can't help but thinking about the past
    And something about the future cries.
    It all fades to black sooner or later
    Like you would have your last goodbyes.

    I'm sorry but I must not write my sins
    And all of my scars that are hidden.
    I hate my life and run out of ways to dream
    It is only my death that is forbidden.



    heart --- Lexi