A little figure looks at the "System halted" messages on the monitors in my brain, and slowly shuts down everything except motoric functions.
The whirling cogs spin slower and slower, until they come to a full stop.
He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away her memory.
Life is short, but this time it was bigger
than the strength he had to get up off his knees.
We found him with his face down in the pillow,
With a note that said I love her till I die.
And when we buried him beneath the willow
The angels sang a whiskey lullaby...
And finally drank away her memory.
Life is short, but this time it was bigger
than the strength he had to get up off his knees.
We found him with his face down in the pillow,
With a note that said I love her till I die.
And when we buried him beneath the willow
The angels sang a whiskey lullaby...
A tiny and weak voice inside tries to cheer me up: "Now you can buy that gp2x instead. Now you can concentrate to other things."
All the other voices inside shouts: "Yeah, but who cares now?"
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