What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here.
I don't belong me.
{...} I’m told that our lives aren’t worth much, they pass like an instant, like wilting roses. I’m told that time slipping by is a bastard making its coat of our sorrows. I’m told that fate makes fun of us, that it gives us nothing and promises everything, making us believe that happiness is within our reach, so we reach our hands out and find ourselves like fools.nothing but
a contradiction
Adaptado por Vitória m. Alguns detalhes por im-mutable ; Theme base por Viviam
