Let it die

Because of too much, we treat ourselves. Hurt people for satisfaction, happiness. Do it every so often. Or ever so often. I deserve this, you'd say. I can't help it, you say.

And so we compile all the errors and swallow it until we can't take no more. And we become the worst we can  ever be.  

Meat is Murder - Shout Out Louds 


And oh, I'm falling and nothing's working out 
And what comes out from my mouth is nothing to worry about
'Cause everything sounds miserable tonight 
I haven't said too much, have I? 
There are things you should keep to yourself
I haven't said too much, have I?