I can't tell you for how long I'll be gone.
I really thought I were on my way back..
But nothing is what it seems to be.
All the pictures are full of pain.
I'm alone, so alone, by my self, everyday, even when I'm not, I am..
I'm just trying to be myself, but, who am I?
I gotta get out of here, I can't take no more.
This shit makes no sence to me, it don't makes any sence to me, life don't make any sence to me..


love me, want me, need me.