A coma might feel better than this
attempting to discover where to begin
You're weighed down, you're full of something.
Of sickness and desertion.
You're underneath at all.
So say goodbye to love, and hold your head up high
There's no need to rush
we're all just waiting, waiting to die.
A porta que eu abri.
Há 2 meses
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