does anyone wake up every night wondering when they'll die?
is anyone else thinking fuck the friendships of the past? bored suburban circumstances seldom built to last. people grow into such pieces of shit.
kick it up like rocks in my face when I thought that the bastard was my friend. did you try your best? to hide your face underneath a mask like a heart attack reaching out its hand. this is the end, my fair weather friend.
this is the end.
does anyone know my friend?