Blue Monday The Rain
Today, I don't want it to be the same as yesterday. But,
over and over and over again, nothing ever changes, what
is the f..cking point? The rain never stops falling on
this city, and I don't want to be washed away. I can't
live my life this way. If this is the last day that I
ever breathe. I don't want to regret the things I could
have done.
