I swear I’m living the same day: the same morning, the same afternoon, the same evening too, and if I can sleep long enough I have the same dream. In my dream it’s always you, it’s really nothing new. The same gray thoughts, the same gray room, a waking memory of false monotony and unfeasible goals lining the walls before me. Is this reality a life worth living when you can’t seem to change a single thing? For better or worse, no emotion to nurse, no direction. You feel cursed. I am fucking cursed. The dead horse of which you speak? The only one I’m beating is me. Happiness I no longer seek; I regress to settle on feeling nothing. At least that’s something.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
