"i had a dream..."
i wish it hadn't happened to me. not me.
repeat track, repeat track. it's just a requiem for a dream.
these days are really about the obligatory nature of pushing accept. change has happened. i really wanted that. but now? why do i feel that it's just become worse?
illusion, illusion... yeah, she might be right. i'm chasing it. but this is the only way to escape.
that dream made sense.
we must have something to believe in. i'm almost nothing. this is the only thing which makes me ... alive?
living dead.