1:01 / I have a shotgun, and a date with my lonely chair. I'm not pessimist when I said it's all over for me. I'm realistic, It's over, life shot me in the head.

It's useless to ignore this pain when loneliness reminds me of it. It's useless to extract this pain when the pain is hidden inside my brain.

whatever is next, it's better than this fucking curse.

no more days, no more months.
no more years, no more loneliness.
no more pain, no more life. / 2:37

I hate it when a memory that's attached to a song lives free in my head. like bitch pay your monthly rent I'm broke as hell.

I was so sure one day everything would get better, bro wtf is this?

بازگشت همه به سوی هودی است.

درسته پاهام از شدت سرما درد میکنه و دارم مثل سگ میلرزم ولی بازم خاک تو سر تابستون.

no no don't worry it's fine. (killed myself about it in my head over 28 times and still not dead)

don't know what to do / 0:52
everything turns black. should be everything, turns to darker path.

I want a free backshot from a gun so bad.

I watch my life fall apart, and all I can do is stare blankly.

2:03 / I said you'll see me on the other side, but I knew that it's a nothingness on the way.