Instead of tears i have blood for tears, cus theres none left in my heart to be loved, i have been pushed to a umpost extent that no one can be pushed, why live why stay here, all i wana do is pack my gun cloths and knife and take the longest walk of my life into a world i love, the woods, iv thought so much theres nothing else to be thought, right now the only way to concour my fears is to fear my concours, think bout it and youll know
