There's a resentment that grows in me,
and I don't know when exactly
what day I became this bitter old man
stuck in the body of a **** young idiot.
I take my love wherever
it'll ******* come from now.
I yearn for anything.
Everything.
Death especially.
I don't wanna survive another winter.
Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 1:00 AM UTC
There's a resentment that grows in me,
and I don't know when exactly
what day I became this bitter old man
stuck in the body of a **** young idiot.
I take my love wherever
it'll ******* come from now.
I yearn for anything.
Everything.
Death especially.
I don't wanna survive another winter.
