اگزیستانسیال
The Cigarettes – Tired of Living
i'm gonna get better, you know. i always do. it shows we are not the same, everything's far away now.
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اگزیستانسیال
The Cigarettes – Tired of Living
i'm tired of living this life, feels like i'm left behind. maybe i'm Insane, insane for both of us now.
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what's the point in keep going when you already don't even have a point?
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my will means nothing in a world full of wills that never were tried for them but were achieved.
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it seems like everybody around me are so lucky when meanwhile i'm barely making it.
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Cling to Past Memories
Wounded Masquerade
i hold onto fragments of what was never real. cling to the shards of what has gone astray, but it's no longer real. just a fading dream, lost in a void. forever searching for what once burned bright, now a dying flame.
اگزیستانسیال
Wounded Masquerade – Cling to Past Memories
2:51 i'm no one anymore. remind me, what was i? remembrance of what i used to be.
this world has seen so many actors who didn't even play a scene. don't be one of them.
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i supposed to enjoy my life, not to fight for it everyday. i'm not a fucking soldier.
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Move Away
The Cigarettes
you move away, away from here, and now i'm here. i'm lonely here, it's so lonely here. a freezing cold inside my soul. i wish i was dead now, i wish i was dead by now, i wish i was dead.
i had forgotten how it felt to hate something more than yourself, and all thanks to you for not just to make me hate myself again, but to hate any kind of being that were, are and will be on this planet.
the meaning of hate is to love something so disgustingly to make yourself sick.
once this combination of flesh and bones could've handled any kind of hatred, but now it itself is the source of it.
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this race needs to end. and i'm not talking about the human one, i mean every single one of them.