You put big fucking holes in my happiness. Well, at least if there existed any.
It's hard to say goodbye to a wall you know. It's hard to have feelings for something already lost. I'm trying to find my way, but it becomes harder every day. And I never blamed you for my failure, I blamed you for failing me. Can't seem to get a grip of my adventures, they're too many to handle. And as the clock ticking I get older. It all seems just... lost.
If I had happiness in my life, there would be big fucking holes in it right now.
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