Tell me how things work,
Show me how to adapt,
To a world I don’t understand.
Explain to me how I’m to live,
In this life.
The joy of this world is fleeting,
While time itself is fleeing.
We only have but one life to live.
Dust but we are, and dust shall we be,
When we die.
So let this mortal body of mine
Make the most of its borrowed time.
It's a lot easier, y'all, once she tells you that you've changed and she doesn't like it. Especially when you've made an attempt to have fun and lead a better personal life. So if you're upset over th
It's not the same when half of your soul goes missing. When your heart vanishes, and your only reason to continue going on in this shitty world isn't by your side. Imagine waking up, in a familiar pla
Is this the beginning or just a finnicky end? Is icy Death a straight shot? How crooked does it bend? Certain am I, that uncertainty circles my fate, Yet hauntingly, ethereal beauty around thy place..
