For the first time I saw something that did not change between morning and night, the continuous crying of those poor clouds made me a prisoner of my thoughts and my depression, trapped here where the air would end at any moment, with all my strength I tried to free me, I got used to this, my pockets were heavy with keys, but time was not Enough to try it all, my life depended on my choice, dammit, I made a wrong decision again and that's what left me lying on the floor, taking my last breath, I think you made a lot of wrong decisions but none of them threatened your life like they did me, only one last moment left Until I sleep forever, I was sure I was going to hell no but that didn't stop me from smiling and saying goodbye to this lonely world, haha shit I'll die alone even my bodies won't be watered every Friday, after a week it will probably leave a unique perfume, the perfume of the musician, and People will no longer inhale cheap perfume!
