Why do all good things come to an end?

Because this is the end.
I can feel it.
It´ s crashing me into pieces.
And I doubt that there will be anybody too pick the pieces up and try to fix me.
I blew it.
I always blow it.

Sem v stanju brez zavesti.
Kot najina ljubezen, ki je obtičala na mrtvi točki medlih čustev.

Shvati me, strah me je.


Mogoče pa ima tvoj nadimek kaj opraviti z realnostjo.
Morda umoriš vse, kar je v ljudeh, ker si pač preprosto tak angel.