Time It's a question of time. You made me smile. You made me cry. I loved you and i hated you. I found you beautiful and I found you ugly. You loved me and you hated me. I hated myself too, don't worry. Hate myself? Yeah, I've tried to end it all. Memories. They're the reasons i'm still breathing. Breathing. It gets harder everyday. Everyday. It's a mess and I hate it. Hate. Myself and my #life. Myself. I don't know anymore. Anymore. I don't want to live no more. Live. What's that shit. Shit. It's my #life. #life? Ending soon. Behind each smile, there's something untold, something that no one will ever understand. Behind each word, there's a secret that will soon be gone forever with the person. And behind every thought, there's this image of everything I made wrong. Wrong will be gone, gone is myself. And now it's a question of minutes.. Of seconds.