So, here comes saint anger.
It's a pity, that not too much of it.
What the fuck do you think of me to fool me that way?! And to fool yourself that way.
Making my life shorter and more colorful? Not the right idea, let me say.
Mood update: my body wants to live. And my love to you wants to live too. They don't seem to ask my opinion. But, looks like they aren't doing well together without you by my side.