I am a bit fucked, yeah.

I thought we could be teenagers for ever. and ever and ever and ever.
I thought things were a bit more simple. not this complicated.

Everything has a rope that connects me back to where I'm from.
but I still don't know where I came from.

I am a bit fucked, yeah... and lying is not gonna help me.
I wish I could be free again and run. run for my life. run for anyone's life.

It's not fun anymore, it's just a web made by a spider on coke.
me. Even though I can't do drugs.

It doesn't make more sense just because it's planned... my life I mean.




I can guess where it's going and it's not pretty.