not sure how long i can deal with this, having independence with my love to having no love and no independence, telling me what i should do and when i should do it, telling me how they think i should do things, their attiude fucking stinks, all bullshit and no return, just me my cat and my love, this is all i ask for, all others can rot in hell.
pure deep emotion about people we lose always makes me think about the ones closest to us, our love drives into a diffferent zone, we wonder what it would be like to lose them and we feel how grateful we are to have them.
they our are heroes, our space warriors travelling through space, our heroes that will defeat all enemies that stand before us, they are so special to us.
we can’t eat, we can’t sleep, we do nothing but think of them.
we do nothing but wish they were with us twenty four seven.
I would like to leave this city This old town don’t smell too pretty and I can feel the warning signs running around my mind And when I leave this island I’ll book myself into a soul asylum And I can feel the warning signs running around my mind.