November.

it's november  the 17rd - 0425am

Things remain unchanged.

The pain is still the same.

Why must i stand still,

when the fact said that i'm no longer dreaming?

Oh no should i let myself in,

into the word i've begin.

And darling, could you listen to me,

when i am no longer screaming?

why should i keep bothering......

why should i keep one.

Darling you're hitting me,

with the memories i'm about to leave.

its the pain i keep.

its the pain i'm in.

I'll kill you someday.

R.I.P,

November.

R.I.P.