One red line, two red lines...
Until I feel the need to,
Paint will do ~
It hurts, it hurts so bad to know that I'll never make you proud, that I'll never be able to make something right. I'm sorry I could never be who you wanted me to be, or how you wished I could turn out to be. I'm sorry that I could never be perfect, I never was and never will. I never wished to be born. Hell, it was only fun and games to who will win the race so how the fuck do you think that I chose to be here? I guess I just played without knowing the rules first...
I'm sorry
