In my separate reality, sorry, there's only room for me.



"Me, I'm not laughing
I see things just as they were
When I first needed you
Yeah, when I first needed you

[...]

I ain't older but I ain't young enough to cry like a baby

[...]

It,'s cold in here in the corner of my soul
So dark and lonely

[...]

I used to have everything
Now you won't even talk to me
But that's alright

[...]

In my separate reality, sorry, there's only room for me"



Deixando só a música falar por mim hoje.


[Introspectiva bagarái, segunda metade do inferno astral. 2.5 batendo na porta cada vez mais forte e eu tentando me esconder pra ver se ele acha que eu não tô e passa outra hora, mais tarde.]
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