Same mistakes.

It wasn't on purpose. It did have an intension.
But it didn't turn out how I figured it would be.
Half sober and sheer stupidity.
Sheer stupidity..

More party, more booze, more sticks!
The pain will disappear.

Why are you coming back to my thoughts at the most unlikely times?
Words words words, stale photographs, muted moving images.

There's a pain that sleeps inside,
it sleep with just one eye,
and awakens the moment that you leave.
Though I try to look away,
the pain it still remains,
only leaving when you're next to me.


Program.