this is not a fucking biography nor a fucking diary
this is you
not a book, not a movie
just a prison made of memories, separating you from all of us
yet here we are, everybody inconsistent, as if we were real
when we ask
where is your heart?
this is not a fucking biography nor a fucking diary
this is you
not a book, not a movie
just a prison made of memories, separating you from all of us
yet here we are, everybody inconsistent, as if we were real
when we ask
where is your heart?