Tragedy 13 this year. I wanna run away never to return. After thousands of gaps that I jumped there's still so many lessons need to be learned. Still I'm a dreamer. Still I can't believe my eyes sometimes. Still searching ways to leave this sinking ship, I can't deny. In times where nothing seems to matter anyway. I swear things are changing my friend, you'll never know what I see in you. You're voice still echoes inside of my head as I'm waiting for you to break through. The cops have pulled you out you wrote you couldn't give a shit, and that after all you're definately more than just used to this. And if this is all they've got we're certainly on the save side anyway. Hanging in the corner, the smoky backroom of our bar. Haven't been here for so long, it makes me wonder where the fuck you are. Those times are gone, but the memories last. Still can't believe how time is moving so fast. Times, in how you wrote to me, nothing really matters anyway. I'm leaving you today. There's nothing left to say. I'm leaving you today, before the rest starts to die in me.