I tell myself that I don't
Miss you at all
So, I'll stay out all night
Get drunk and fuck and fight
Until the morning comes
I'll forget about our life
Al fin reuniste los cojones para hacerlo. Felicidades.
I was thinking about death and all. About seeing how you're gonna die. I mean, on one hand, if dying was all you thought about, it could kind of screw you up. But it could kind of help you, couldn't it? Because you'd know that everything else you can survive.
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