All these’ve passed and I still don’t know if I had the right to stay the same, since at the end we’re just a bunch of memories. There were times when I heard myself: „You have to be a better man or I will destroy you!” but I’ve just ignored it and my conscience proved to be a lie. All these have passed and I didn’t realize I’ve got to turn away from myself since we’re just a bunch of memories.
Now I feel all my dreams have turned on me. My spine of memories is just too weak to bear the pain. My dreams are gone so I can stay the same. This hollow body of mine has another miserable day to live. I won’t lose my part though remembering hurts. I won’t lose my part though remembering hurts so bad.
I’ve got a theory that hasn’t changed over the years, and it is that you rot so there is no afterlife. You rot ’cause you gave it up. You just perish. You just rot and there is no afterlife. Dissolve in the mud, you just rot. You just dissolve in the mud. |
