Another day goes by, and the saying, “time flies” really doesn’t apply when I’m trying to describe how I haven’t slept a damn night. You’re damn right I’m sick of this damn life. A minute feels like an hour when it’s a quarter to four, and you’re staring at the ceiling, lying on the floor. I don’t want to feel this anymore. I just want to feel the way I did before you. How do I go back to the way that things were before you?
-- three % hero
LOVE THiS SONG!!