Archive offline means real shit
The NSW doesn't exist
Everything is fake and gay
Nobody knows the real truth
You delete it all and you delete the truth
This is much darker than any of us can even imagine
But…
And when it hurts for me
I've never felt so empty
Then the rain has its way
Falling
Falling
Those summer mornings
You kissed me out of my next dream
Then without warning
It goes away
And then it goes
And then it goes
And then it goes
Searched to find you somewhere
As winds began to sway
Got in my car and just
Driving
Driving
Those summer mornings
I danced inside your warm embrace
You hear me calling
And now you're gone
God failed everyone.
God failed himself.
What did God want?
Love
Is the pursuit for love fruitless?
Is it over?
Was it over from the very beginning?
Or do I keep believing and pretending that this dream will become reality?