Maybe the reason for so much melancholy here is because living like this is like having already died and being in mourning.
The past is already dead and there is no way to recover it, it no longer breathes.
Tomorrow I will wake up and I will not be here, just my body
I suffer every day with the mourning of the death of my own self and perhaps I was born dead
The past is already dead and there is no way to recover it, it no longer breathes.
Tomorrow I will wake up and I will not be here, just my body
I suffer every day with the mourning of the death of my own self and perhaps I was born dead
