I’m tired of fighting,
fighting for a lost cause.
Ten chory umysł zostawia coraz więcej blizn na jej niewinnym ciele.
Why can’t they see how much I’m trying?
I’m not afraid of dying. I’m afraid I haven’t been alive enough.
YOU DON’T NEED HIM, YOU HAVE ME.
We are all searching for someone whose demons play well with ours.
Everything that kills me, makes me feel alive.
In the end of the day I have no one.
Once upon a December.
Monsters don’t sleep under your bed, they scream inside of your head.
„Still here”, right?