I guess its killing me as much as its killing you. This time, I think everything is dead. I'm dead. My life is dead. I dont know how to live.
Sometimes everything happens for a reason. I guess this happened for a reason too. Its over. You hurt me as much as I hurt you. Maybe even more.
I wonder now. Did I win the war? Did you win the war? Did we both win? What happened?
- G.G
I guess I'm in pain as much as you are. I'm a fake! Ok? I'm a big fake! What are you? We're you even real? Or was I not notices by you? Or anyone?
