I'm bleeding misery.
Oh, eternal discontent- how consistent.
The only thing stable in my life is how I try...
To still this beating mind, so that I can finally rest.
The essence of my character is that I'm unable to be without worrying.
The words of dead humans seem so, so much more sincere than
the half-signed contracts that tend to occupy the open air.
Still this beating mind, so that I can finally rest.
The essence of my character is that I'm unable to be without worrying.
