Honestly, what will become of me?
I don't like reality
It's way too clear to me

But really life is dandy
We are what we don't see
We miss everything daydreaming

Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end?

@музыка: all good things

@настроение: far from here...again

@темы: morning, f.u.c.k, skidae