Это не твоя страна. Твоя страна — в тебе.
You tainted me, made me pitiful.
You made me a monster in the corner.
You silenced me.
You ridiculed my false hope.
You took the only thing I had and put it around your neck.
I held out my hand and you let go.
You deleted me from your eyes.

Finally, you overtook me






@темы: О любимых, Are monsters born, or created?