Time Time-it always changes Time, there're lots of edges. Sometimes it's grate, Sometimes it makes you hate The things you love and cherish. They're used to fade and perish.

Defected I ask myself just one question: Why do I live, for what I breathe? There's no answer, no suggestion. This grey and worthless job Brings no satisfaction. I teach, but who? Another stupid generation? Where are the feelings: love and passion..? Somewhere in the darkest corners, You might find them still, Covered with brown dust, - Left in senseless race. In the end you just fall down, Breathless, tired Of this dammed #life. It makes me want to shout, Shout out loud: "Stop it! Stop this madness!". People call it #life, Well, mine's defected..

Mon Amour Mon amour, c'est toi? Dans la solitude insupportable.. Il fait froid

Emptiness The hole in my chest, Black and bottomless. Right here..it's in Filling me out .. with emptiness

I Love You "I love you" what does this phrase mean to you? Can you say it to someone then leave him without regret? Can you say it and then break the heart on million pieces? Can you say "I love you" and say that all your relationship was a mistake? Can you say it and repeat the same to another person just few months after? Can you? Than you aren't able to love, bitch!