We don’t even ask happiness, just a little less pain please. Me and you are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that death trembles to take us , even if I drive the Porsche like I want to kill us both.
I have been her fool, her retard , her ghost and still I crawl back, not because she’s kind, but because she is the fire I was built to burn in. Or maybe I’m not. And I am just a fool , just a retard.