Mid-august

It's not fair...
It's never been fair...
Not the first time..
Not the second....
Not the third....
Not ever.....

In realizing that I can never hurt anyone half as much as I´m hurting
Half as much as all of this pain inside of me

Have you ever been to a meadow?
There aren´t any here, maybe that´s why we haven´t gone

But neither have you dreamt of me

Regardless, we held hands in the rain
I don´t know why you kept talking about all of those things that kill me
I´d like to think i´m a spеcial catharsis medium, but knowing what you said before I can´t trust now not еven my own positivity
I can´t trust anything

It´s easy when you sleep in gardens every day and always have

The only blossom for me are hallucinations

You tell me that I´m missing out and you don´t even know how much I bled after I heard that