Memories of My Melancholy Whores
I am just a bad writer after all...
The people I once loved are now cold, they are all ugly to me, unbelivably ugly that I hate myself for being around them. They care only of themselves and ignore my feelings, is that really a good friend?
I am startled by the most quiet noises, I am startled in my dreams. And in my dreams I cry and believe in love.
The people I once loved are now cold, they are all ugly to me, unbelivably ugly that I hate myself for being around them. They care only of themselves and ignore my feelings, is that really a good friend?
I am startled by the most quiet noises, I am startled in my dreams. And in my dreams I cry and believe in love.