Dear Myself, I'm writing to you to realize a few moments about our relationship. Please, right back as soon as you could. Here is my question: I am so confused, I just don't understand only one thing... Please, say...
Say, Why do you think that you know how to think? Is the only one thing you don’t know – who you are? How did you know that you know that you’re right? Wasn’t it the last thing that was keeping your flight? (x2)
Prove me that you're not a goddamn creation | Of my dumb, fucked, injured so hard imagination! | Then try to prove to yourself | x2 That for you I'm not the same. |
Inside my head there are two persons: They both are me, but two different versions. And, I think that mind split could be awesome But only if mind would split with a torso!
I am right behind your eyes, Try to get me out of here! You have tried so many times, You won’t get me out of here!..
So, the best in our story Is that it is fucking o-o-o-o-ve-r! So, the best in our story Is that it is fucking over. It is over! I could never thought about this end…
So, the best in our story Is that it is fucking over. It is over! I could never thought about this end. And?
So, the best in our story Is that it is fucking over. It is over! I could never thought about this… End?
No! I’m fucking coming back around To give to this another end! Do be scared And hide as well as you could can! I am not your enemy, But I’m also not your friend.
Let’s imagine that we have never known each other. Then Everything could be, even that this letter was been never sent.
And in this jazz-looking moment I would kill you. Without comments. Without comments! Without comments! In this jazz-looking moment I Would kill you as a friend, you’ll die.
People death is all OK, Everyone dies: whores, Jesus Christs, gays. Millions of words’ve overcrowded the planet, Making no sense. I don’t think you loved it.
Thank you for your death, it was what I really needed. With love Me, Your second personality.