It's a new part.
New me with new hope.
New way with new lost.
New merry with new fall.
Falsehood and truthful ain't go nowhere.
Maybe it's own luck. Or maybe it's own fate.
Haggard with it own benefit.
This cold side of me.
Help me getting a stronger.
And get me away.
From my self that would bring disaster to others.
Maybe this is the real me.
That getting low in every passing second.
Sink deeper in every breath.
Messy and dirty in every step.
Just how much sin that you would take upon yourself?
When will you be a better person?
Maybe in the next life.
If you have one*
