Besedila: Riverside. Second Life Syndrome. After.

I can?t take anymore
I can?t breathe
I?m sick of this goddamn darkness,
Sick of sadness and tears I throw it all up every single day
Together with last night?s dinner
I have lost myself completely
I have convinced myself I am someone else
For God?s sake,
I need to be real
I need touch
I need... people?
I have to turn my life around...
But... I will still be myself, won?t I...?