The place in which I live Is called "the constant depression" n it feels like I'm trying to breath in area with low air pressure. Although, I know the main reason for why now this is my home: I've been choosing hard life not easy, the latter one was postponed.
Still, if to be honest, not hiding meaning in context, I'm just a stupid teenager, who seeks for pleasure & leisure... Yet, both my mind n songs is full of philosophical issues... Like: (whilst I hardened my "bones", I lost "external tissues"...)
Which means I'm prepared for lone living in the UK, but girl wanted "Big Mac in her lair" - and I bought burger for takeaway! But it's not such ghosts of the past that really scare and disgust; In fact - it's the lack of movement towards ANY improvement...!
Back to the "no name" I DID actually claim That I won't complain On my "sorrowful fate"
But in spite of my aim I simply cannot restrain from spitting out my pain... I need "the asylum" aid.