I know it is me. It is my fault. I loved you so hard, for so long. But I've known. There is another one. Another person, Who is making you feel better. More than I could. If I was home right now Then the only thing that was home, Was my body. My life doesn't have a purpose anymore. How did I get so fuckt up. **** I wanna talk But I know That I won't control myself. So that's why I stare at te white wall infront of me. No emotions Just me But who is me? That's a question that no one can answer.
I feel like running away to England. The best thing is that I actually could. So If I'm not online anymore ***** I'm drinking tea with the Queen.