The history is the same.
I’m in the background.
Waiting to will be over the drink.
Doesn’t matter I wanted to be with you.
We.
We would be together instead of in the pub.
But.
I’m just waiting and thinking.
Do I want to do the same as my past?
I don’t want to be here.
Honestly.
I can imagine a better place.
A better place with my…
How?
There are lot of cry,
There are less smile,
around me.
How can I be responsible for other’s life?
But, I do.
Everything what I do it’s wrong.
Everyone who knows me is ill.
Everyone is around me.
And they never know how I feel.
How can I save everyone?
How can I live with lot of mistakes?
How can I love?
But, I do.
I love from my all parts of my heart and soul.
Why am I wrong?
Why cry is what belongs to my love?
I’m a disaster, I’m a monster.
But this monster loves too much.