...Why care?
To walk away is to say goodbye: now i know.
I don't think i care anymore; all that remains is despise; and so will stay.
All i always was, was nothing; all i always expected it was the worst.
Could i expect something else than the worst?
Anything that's good it was killed in me: does anybody care? Do you care?
Now i am invisible: that's how it always meant to be...
Everywhere i can go, i'll feel a stranger from now on; and after all...
And after all.
In ashes my head was covered, and i was buried into the betrayal and the cruelty; now.
Now i'm dead.
